My life fell through a hole in my pocket.
I lost my solitude.
I lost my balance.
I lost my reverence and my voice.
Pieces of soul building up a mountain,
moving seeds of doubt.
My life fell through a hole in my pocket.
I can't see anything,
only this moment.
I hear my heart breaking into faith.
Pieces of soul building up a mountain,
moving seeds of doubt.
My life fell through a hole in my pocket.
