the state of being lonely without a crown
lost sight of something in the crowd
couldn't ask them anything cause I was too proud
the silence kicked me down to the ground
I know
my own hands can only make a few hopes
those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops
by the time those fill a glass and overflow
I'll be back home
for a little while
I will drift on the wavering water late at night
when you guys fall asleep, I put some flowers in a vase
to greet a new morning that's better than bygone days
my own hands can only make a few hopes
those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops
by the time those fill a glass and overflow
I'll be back home
It's nothing more than a small change
but melodies steal out of a cage
then gather and flow to inside of us
those make a ripple and harmonize with everything
everything becomes the music
everything becomes the music
our teary days and a fairy tale
I mean everything
my own hands can only make a few hopes
those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops
by the time those fill a glass and overflow
I'll be back home
