First you sit in your room and you're thinking

And you find out the ceiling isn't high

Then you jump out your window and you're falling

And you find out the floor was not the sky



Then you think it's not possible to walk on

But you feel that your feet are doing well



Remember my friend, it is not the end

When you think that it's done, that your love has gone

You're alone my friend, but that's not the end

When you think that you're done, life has begun



The last time you saw her, she was crying

You saw it and you knew in your heart

That the next day your mind would think of dying

Those tears would be the cue for you to part

Then you think it's not possible to walk on

But you feel that your feet are doing well