What is this, what is this?
This gloominess is so
I saw you, I saw you
But all four shoulders were stone cold.
It happens, It happens
Almost every time
I try to hold onto
Things that aren't even mine
A few crumbly bridges
Between you and me
To mend or to move on?
To fix or to flee?
'Cos we used to be brothers,
But people leave each other, don't they?
Now I've lost you, I've lost you
We floated away
But my life it is good,
And I have what I need
And sometimes the wind,
And sometimes the sea,
And often the rain,
And slightly the sun,
And sometimes I sit still,
But mostly I run