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