There is a message in the wind
that spirals me towards the end
where i can open my poor eyes
to see what\'s simply out of reach
though i can feel her all around
she\'s just a dreamland
too far from my hands
for now i know
to let these feelings go
melt with the fleeting snow
i have the day to come in mind
though after i\'ll be left behind
months will turn to years and on
but days will seem like forever
the leaves are falling from the trees
and so this sadness
transforms to madness
without the leaves
im the floor without the seas
im just the empty tree
