I need a reason to go back
Out of the season to fall into black
Your staring eyes captivate me
Yet I am free
The air is quiet
For we are joined as one
And still you look as though
There is nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong in the echo
I am free in the echo
Is there something wrong in the echo
Out of the season to fall into black
Your staring eyes captivate me
Yet I am free
The air is quiet
For we are joined as one
And still you look as though
There is nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong in the echo
I am free in the echo
Is there something wrong in the echo