What if I follow you down your way?
What if I follow you down into the clay and carry your weight?
It feels like I'm in a dream now, but I'm wide awake.
I can see the eyes of a child somehow.
They seem to have something to say, but maybe it's nothing.
Tibbers
What if I'm bound to your world now, bound to stay?
What if you were swallowed down, deep underground and hidden away?
I wish I could bring you back now, and mold you from clay.
See through the eyes of a child somehow.
I wish there was something to say. But still there is nothing to say.
