Although it appeared like a vision, stretching time slowing down Like a fire without sound And I think I heard silence For the first time it's hit me That I had nothing more, that I was going home
And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river And I saw nothing more, as I saw nothing more
Only on the top of the glass house And the face throwing stones hasn't ever a tone And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river And I saw nothing more, and I saw nothing more And I think I heard silence For the first time it's hit me That I have nothing more, that I was going home
And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river And I saw nothing more, as I saw nothing more