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Staying inside a fifth day. Look at all I do; it's all nothing. "Just keep holding on," they all tell me. But I know the truth. Somedays, I dream of home. See it everyday, moving on and on. As the frames go by, key by key. Getting nothing, but a screen. [Chorus] But I keep on trying. It's roughly, though, I fly through. No boundaries, except what's in front of me. It was the "bye" that gently killed me off. But, I may not know, somedays there's morning, instead of a dream. On the, the tree of hope grows a fruit known as "disappointment." Take a bite and then, feel the pain. That's the way it goes for us all. [Chorus] But that's not today, though! Swiftly, now, I fly through. The air's light, getting what my soul likes. "How will this last?" Is not a thing I think about. The day I felt whole, I was with my own. But now that it's gone... Then I'm struck by a breeze Coming from the southern sea, saying, "Hey, now. It'll come again. At least it's not cloudy, today. In the evening." Back home, It's day after day I go on through, to a night that I already knew. Speaking in a soft voice; I hear it twice A mutter----- And then it says: "Come over here; let's go outside. You may lose all those who would care. Just look around. Just look out and see them all. And that's when you'll find, that's when you'll get something instead of just dreams." Go, hear the air. Go, hear the air, too.