I know what it is to walk, to run,

By silver streams of eternal undying

While flowers sing in my hair

and I alone understand it all.

I alone understand it all,

And the stream grows ever colder and deeper,

And the silver gleam is gone from its surface.

I put my hand in, lifting it up to drink.

I put my hand in, lifting it up to drink

Foreign colors tinge the surface.

I hold my breath and swallow it,

While foreign melodies the flowers sing.

While foreign melodies the flowers sing,

I transform into a new sort of being

My eyes suddenly become much deeper,

Holding secrets of simplicity cursed.

Holding secrets of simplicity cursed,

All frozen in the palm of my hand.

I know what it is like, to walk, to run,

While innocence fades fast as I run on.