Innocence

In my room I hear the voice

Of when we were so young

Let me dive into the noise

Of rain of photographs

Through the looking-glass

I don’t know what to say

How to retrieve

What we’d before

I’m hanging by a thread

Of innocence

We’re looking for

Let me walk into the woods

Where trees were growing high

From this town of distant youth

Following the signs

I’ll find you down the line

I don’t know what to say

How to retrieve

What we’d before

I’m hanging by a thread

Of innocence

We’re looking for

We’re falling

We’re falling

We’re falling down

We’re falling down

We’re falling down

We’re falling down

We’re falling down