| I walk towards my step | |
| without aiming my bow | |
| things I draw in my dream | |
| well it's the only dream no more | |
| boys or girls I hard to tell | |
| they're standing beside my road | |
| they seem to never move at all | |
| or not to breath any more | |
| I'm rolling on a love again | |
| barely getting out | |
| I'm falling in a love again | |
| with knowing what remains | |
| I'm rolling on a love again | |
| barely getting out | |
| I'm falling in a love again | |
| with knowing what remains | |
| I'm rolling on a love again | |
| barely getting out | |
| I'm falling in a love again | |
| with knowing what remains | |
| I'm rolling on a love again | |
| barely getting out | |
| I'm falling in a love again | |
| I know what remains |