Get back on your feet and cry

On the lakeshore
As a youngster with milk skin

Walking
All alone, along  the line, stepping on my shadow, sun in my back, was it spring or fall?

I only knew where to go when my steps weren't followed
I caught on fire in the wilderness of the night
Never to be found again
But in your head
Inside your head

A girl saw me once
She wasn't scared
Might be an angel
Aren't they all a little?

My path to the moon
Laying light in the middle of the lake
I never wanted to grow up
Unless for to reach her