The only things surrounding you now,
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience,
They are the make up of your worries, regret, and doubts.
Collective portrayal of your person,
Radiates confidence, shine with silence,
And shadow the ones below.
This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snow
But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow.
When the water comes, I will overflow.
There's one more thing I forgot to tell you:
Worries and doubts will only help you,
In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below.
This drought is leaving me,
With cracked soil and brown leaves,
Floating on a dry lake bed,
With a dry mouth and a foggy head,
Waiting for the snow
But, when the water comes,
I will overflow, I will overflow.
When the water comes, I will overflow
