| Your face comes back | |
| Through cracks in usual days | |
| I understand | |
| Walk on and look away | |
| I'm killing time | |
| I know there's nothing to wait for | |
| Rewriting my lines | |
| I'll make my decisions tomorrow | |
| There's so much to think about | |
| I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows | |
| I'll stop that image from coming back to life | |
| A bare tree in love with the winter | |
| I'll make my mind up another time | |
| I turn my back | |
| On hope, whatever it is | |
| I won't lose track | |
| Of just how I got to be here | |
| I will renounce | |
| My faith in reunion | |
| I'll relearn how | |
| To embrace things like before | |
| I'll learn how to part with doubts | |
| I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows | |
| I'll stop that image from coming back to life | |
| A bare tree in love with the winter | |
| I'll make my mind up another time | |
| And what if there is no oneness | |
| It can't give your existence meaning | |
| Another empty concept | |
| The end's etched into the beginning | |
| I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows | |
| I'll stop that image from coming back to life | |
| A bare tree in love with the winter | |
| I'll make my mind up another time | |
| I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows | |
| I'll stop that image from coming back to life | |
| A bare tree in love with the winter | |
| I'll make my mind up another time |