S.A.D

Digging in the nest of my heart

Pencils and thimbles

Wishing there was just a tiny bit more

Searching the opaqueness of my soul

No flowers, no illusions

Wishing there was just a tiny bit more

Standing on a sea of broken glass

Mouse traps and chasms

Hoping I can grow wings and break free

Stumbling through a forest of crystal balls

No bread crumbs, no horizons

Hoping I can grow wings and break free

I will get better

Just wait and you'll see

Once the end of winter draws near

I will get better

I'll make it there

The clouds will part and I'll wake from this dream

I will get better

It's a matter of time

Once again I will look in your eyes

I will get better

I'll make it there

And I'll be back, just wait for the sun