Be still We're too weak Cuts of crackling leaves Lay them on the floor All these memories Such a dark grey cloud Has stopped following Two trees An endless drought A garden so weakling There's time The stems are dry But the lake, beckoning Chase the water I'll find my place just by the desert flower Embrace The pain The sap Will flow Again Embrace The pain The sap Will flow Again Lay them on the floor All these memories Such a dark grey cloud Has stopped following Lay them on the floor All these memories Such a dark grey cloud Has stopped following