Maybe this is a dream, this place enshrouded in thick fog... I kept walking alone, not sure where I was headed...
I have no goal, find no meaning, proceed out lost, my heart swaying, In a bianco sea... Drips crawl down my raincoat, flip up and fall down, and my emptiness Festers still...
Once more I'm a wandering spirit who's forgotten what's important Never will I be able to sing; I don't even know my mistakes... I convince myself that this is just an empty dream world, And shout my lungs out that I'll keep walking...
Maybe this is a dream; and if it is, when will I wake up? If this is a dream I'll never wake from, can that be called a dream?
The sobbing rain falls on my heavy body, and still my heart sways, In a relaxed air... Magnolia buds breathe in their sleep, and my emptiness Festers still...
I'm a wandering spirit so hesitant from fear to be immobilized I want to blame it on someone else, but even that's not easy... I convince myself that this is just an empty dream world, I insist that that's the truth, and emptiness comes to me...
Once more I'm a wandering spirit who's forgotten what's important Never will I be able to sing; I don't even know my mistakes... I convince myself that this is just an empty dream world, And shout my lungs out that I'll keep walking...