i walked across an empty land
i knew the pathway like the back of my hand
i felt the earth beneath my feet
sat by the river and it made me complete
simple thing where have you gone?
i'm getting old and i need something to rely on
so tell me when you're going to let me in
i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin
i came across a fallen tree
i felt the branches of it looking at me
is this the place we used to love?
is this the place that i've been dreaming of?
and if you have a minute why don't we go
and talk about it somewhere only we know?
this could be the end of everything
so why don't we go somewhere only we know?