Sometimes we long for water, wood and sand for artic toys I know you understand for a town where windows are only round we search for something blue and older Pupils dilate and streetlamps through the leaves they make me feel i'm somewhere else not here It won't be real 'cos I'm still in between so intense but still it's like a dream The battles that I won when I was small They make me want to touch some old wall and somtheng's in the air Wish I could breathe just want something That's forever