I thought we were building a house for the elite
every brick another dream to keep
my brand new life will start another day
I hate the props in someone else's play
I throw all my precious stones inside the ocean
A bird is not a lion or a bee
the very way I'm almost never me
and nature sleeps the way it's meant to be
you're still not you, and green's almost never blue
So I throw all my precious stones inside the ocean
is there a path to walk alone?
All the tiny cities turn to sand and jump to drown
to catch a glimpse and to belong
If there's no sun, I'll never blame the rain
curse at you when there's nothing to gain
I see the drops, and let them fall on me
it's great to walk, receive, and let it be
I throw all my precious stones inside the ocean
is there a path to walk alone?
All the tiny cities turn to sand and jump to drown
to catch a glimpse and to belong
Everybody own thoughts to make it grow some more
now and again we sound like ourselves
I throw all my precious stones inside the ocean
is there a path to walk alone?
All the tiny cities turn to sand and jump to drown
to catch a glimpse and to belong