Jack is there, looking outside from a red roof while outside is raining, but he is not gonna move cause he doesn't have fear of the wind.
White as snow, looking the city that slowly is starting to melt as sugar under the rain.
I would like to be like you, I would like to not have fear of the wind and be distance from here, while slowly float over my thoughts, while slowly I am looking for you.
Lonely during the day, you look at me behind the glass, but I don't feel nothing just the noise of the storm, just the beat of a new day.
Please tell me the way, I will follow you without a word and we will loose over the ocean and then die under this grey sky.
Bring me you, now that I am free, now that I am as you.
The freedom without a way is just a word that can't fly in the sky.
