Sometimes you feel you want to stay no more Then you decide
to open up your door Fog - all around upon the ground Down, down you step, there's no way to be found
And the wind used to caress me And to tell me secret lies And the wind which took me higher it has gone - has it died? - Has it died?
Sometimes you feel you want to be back home See the door closed and you go on to roam Where your heart is - that is home But pain blew it nowhere, and there it's all alone