the state of being lonely without a crown lost sight of something in the crowd couldn't ask them anything cause I was too proud the silence kicked me down to the ground I know my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home for a little while I will drift on the wavering water late at night when you guys fall asleep, I put some flowers in a vase to greet a new morning that's better than bygone days my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home It's nothing more than a small change but melodies steal out of a cage then gather and flow to inside of us those make a ripple and harmonize with everything everything becomes the music everything becomes the music our teary days and a fairy tale I mean everything my own hands can only make a few hopes those aren't mighty works, just tiny drops by the time those fill a glass and overflow I'll be back home