I feel light as a feather
Since you’re gone
I don’t feel the floor I’m walking on
I don’t think about anything
But (city/cities/Sydney?) doesn’t matter
It’s too far away
There’s only this room
Where I stay
I stare at objects
But I don’t see them
I feel light as a feather
Since you’re gone
I don’t feel the floor that I’m walking on
As a matter of fact
I don’t walk much
As a matter of fact
I don’t talk much
I got a dream I’m going through
There’s no people, not even you
I hide from windows
I don’t want to know
What’s really out there
Outside, below
I don’t think about anything
