| Lost And the clouds switched off their stars Every shape becomes my shadow And I try to catch the lighted thread To guide me Please pull the thread and bring me back to you And I blow the fog until my lungs become As small as my hope Promises can only bring me deceit We'll hope I am strong enough, and the cotton doesn't break And the clouds switched off the stars Every shape becomes my shadow Crawling, using my hope as a muscle We'll hope I am strong enough, we'll hope I am strong enough |