​​If I stop for a while
Nothing changes outside
Would you notice the difference
Between what I was yesterday and what I'm now?

At times I feel
Like I'm nothing more than flesh
And I feel the heaviness
Of being human and limited
Then I wish I could run naked in the streets
Oh, oh, oh

I picked up a cotton thread
In an empty corridor
When I tried to change its shape
I knew that its essence would stay the same

At times I feel
​Like I'm nothing more than flesh
And I feel the heaviness
Of being human and limited
Then I wish I could run naked in the street

I'm toasting a marshmallow
It's so sweet and I'm so callow
I wish I could change my flavour
Without changing myself
Without being someone else

At times I feel
Like I'm nothing more than flesh
And I feel the heaviness
Of being human and limited
Then I wish I could run naked in the streets
At times I feel
​Like I'm nothing more than flesh
And I feel the heaviness
​Of being human and limited
Then I wish I could run naked in the streets
Oh, oh, oh.