I see the fog as a clean slate

There′s room for us

There's room for anythingThe usual urge I′d see clear

A flower for you and the dogs are near

But white light comes from nothing at all

For the first time, it feels

Good

Good to fall between

The ones I love and the ones that faded

He loved me good enough to calm me down

But tried to trick me into little changes

I see the end before it begins

No use to work, no use in anything

A crack in the sky, the Heaven's hand

A cloud just for you and a place to land

But white noise comes from nothing at all

And finally, I feel

Good

Good to fall between

The ones I love and the ones that faded

He loved me good enough to calm me down

But tried to trick me into little changes.