Life was taking its shape
As we walked by the vale
But fragile are my bones
And dirty are my stones
I might just leave
I might just go

Hiding into the days
I became unseen
Hiding into the years
I disappeared

And I begin again
A walk in a blue dream
Home's where my footprints end
Where all has disappeared

Your words will lose themselves
In a feeling of a dream
Home will be mine again
When all has disappeared

I might just leave
I might just go

And I begin again
A walk in a blue dream
Home's where my footprints end
Where all has disappeared