Shadow dies in the trees
Through your bones
I am breeze
Through those doors
you can hear the noise
Sound of the wounded few
When you find yourself
in the place of fear

Got to let it go,
got to let it find its way
Strangers from the start
in your heart will stay

Dreaming
of the strangest things
All the colors
and your smell
Hundred voices and the strings
I still remember you well
Old dirty road
and a small hotel

Got to let it go,
got to let it find its way
Strangers from the start
in your heart will stay

Got to let it go,
we’ll return one day
Strangers from the start
in that small hotel