When the clouds are fluffy one is quick to find A ladder, a tiger Showing in the sky, that with the sun setting down Seems higher, seems wilder To the eyeThey say that a star that we get to see Has long blown away and died But how can this feel true, that is, To the eyeWhen the heart is empty one just feels his eyes Get dryer, cause living can be tough And soon the world around Seems colder, seems darker and darker To the eyeThey say that a star that we get to see Has long blown away and died But how can this feel true, that is, To the eyeThey say that the scars that we get to keep Can induce untruths one might Consider to be true, that is, To the eye