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