Walls open up around me
Back to the safety of the greenery
The rain comes pouring down
Flowing through my hair and to the ground
I've been dry, down and dry
I've been missing that old world
Into a river, eyes shift to the sky
A hill of green and gold
Northwest
The Island Calls
Goodbye Dry
Hello Grey Skies
Life is a crazy thing
And i'd like to have the key
Stop twisting my bones
Stop it, stop it, i just need to follow
The path
The path
The path
The path
Pacific
Los Angeles
Northwest
The Moon