Текст: Ben Christophers. Drifting Stone.

Like dreams
The ones you can't describe
These lines
Not drawn yet they exist

The world is like a drifting stone

These pains
The ones you can't quite find
Like screams
And how you learn to hide them away

The world is like a drifting stone

Like screens
That tell us what we need
Yet all i really need is you
These roads
Unseen yet i have walked
Like streams that flow in through our lives

The world is like drifting stone
And i am like a drifting stone