walking on a pale blue sky
i can't swim
i reach to your hand
but you've taken it away

it's the story we've all heard before
of a one person tradgedy
so poetic, so pathetic
almost prophetic

i wander in the sea
i can't fly
i stretch for the cord
but it's on your side

moving fast, on a field of gray
hiding from the past
never reaching the end
i reach for your hand,
but you've taken it away