I'm sitting here n the middle of a meadow In the nowhere I breathe the scent of a ray field Imagining how it would be to feel closeness around me A song in my head Revived by an illusion that ends in a quiet fall I'm standing here looking down the cliff My fingertips sink into the streams of the wind I see this That i am My trembling hands are lead by a breeze Inside it i'm accompanied by a soft strength Disappointment is the end of deception