Life was taking its shape As we walked by the vale But fragile are my bones And dirty are my stones I might just leave I might just go Hiding into the days I became unseen Hiding into the years I disappeared And I begin again A walk in a blue dream Home's where my footprints end Where all has disappeared Your words will lose themselves In a feeling of a dream Home will be mine again When all has disappeared I might just leave I might just go And I begin again A walk in a blue dream Home's where my footprints end Where all has disappeared