Although it appeared like a vision, stretching time slowing down
Like a fire without sound
And I think I heard silence
For the first time it's hit me
That I had nothing more, that I was going home
And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river
And I saw nothing more, as I saw nothing more
Only on the top of the glass house
And the face throwing stones hasn't ever a tone
And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river
And I saw nothing more, and I saw nothing more
And I think I heard silence
For the first time it's hit me
That I have nothing more, that I was going home
And I sat there for hours, at the edge of a river
And I saw nothing more, as I saw nothing more