Digging in the nest of my heart Pencils and thimbles Wishing there was just a tiny bit more Searching the opaqueness of my soul No flowers, no illusions Wishing there was just a tiny bit more Standing on a sea of broken gla** Mouse traps and chasms Hoping I can grow wings and break free Stumbling through a forest of crystal balls No bread crumbs, no horizons Hoping I can grow wings and break free I will get better Just wait and you'll see Once the end of winter draws near I will get better I'll make it there The clouds will part and I'll wake from this dream I will get better It's a matter of time Once again I will look in your eyes I will get better I'll make it there And I'll be back, just wait for the sun