when will i leave this place i sleep and dream around your songs that never end with the wind so raw and empty to see nowhere i am going there dont you lose my life wont you tear me from myself forever what else can i do but pass your stories through me without a thought or a care to make them fit between the branches to see nowhere i am going there once you find my way save my creasing day dont you lose my life wont you tear me from myself through me forever