I've fullfilled someone's dream
I've been a part of a scheme
I've felt so lost in Soquel
I've tried at the bottom of a well

I've turned the Thames clear like glass
I've written poems at the mass
I've flown with feathers made from lead
I've saved the beast that hid under your bed

There's still room for you inside
if you'll make it here alive

Because the snow will make you blind
of the things you need to find

I've crossed a desert and the sea
I've been you, and you've been free
I've started a melt down of the core
I've never been in love like this before

There's still room for you inside
if you'll make it here alive
Because the snow will make you blind
of the things you need to find