Testo Come From Broken Proximity
Further on through the trees other side cannot reach.
Chorus: I cannot reach
It's out of my hands
And now I must decide
Who I'll be
And now the pathways blocked
It sounds like silent defeat
And now the sun is gone
I think it's gone with me.
Bridge: What does it mean
Object of deceit
Motive to pass on
It's circling.