Like snow I fall. Like snow I fall. When I hit the ground I don't make a sound.

I've got some thoughts, most of which are linked with you. But now that I'm alone I wish they were not true.

I am sorry for all the things I have said. I am sorry for all the things that I have not. I'm on a highway. Next exit could be mine. I'd better slow down. Next exit could be mine.

I see the cars CRASH! I see the planes FALL! And I hope that it would last.

Like snow I float. Like snow I float. I'm looking from above how it feels to love.

Like snow I float. Like snow I float. And I can't recall how it feels to fall.

I feel I'm getting better. I am finally starting to see why you told me I should definitely leave. I was on a highway. I missed the exit that I thought was mine. I reached the coastline. It felt alright.

I look at the sea and I feel free and now I can see further than I've ever seen.

When's the next time? When's the next time? When's the next time? When's the next life?