Along the path where the stream is talking, 

I breathe the mist and continue walking. 

The wood, it whispers in a language of it's own. 

As a sigh escaped my lips, 

I feel the light caress of fingertips that 

Steal away the breath and leave me on my own. 



Waiting by the stairs, 

Waiting, I despair. 

Waiting by the stairs, 

Waiting, I despair. 



My whole life is a dark room... 

One...big...dark...room. 



Do I hear the hollow sound, 

Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground, 

Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own? 



(For redemption, 

For elation, 

For the time when I ascend 

For the ecstasy, 

For the tragedy, 

For the point of my ascension.) 



Somehow I ended up here in between, 

I'll never be seen... 

When I fall. 

I wait for just one touch 

And I fall. 



Weightless, endless, 

Faithless, I'll adore you. 

A single touch before I fade. 

Painless let me pass through.