One night i will learn how to open my eyes
and then see what is there to be seen
One day i will learn how to play this piano
and play melancholic melodies
One day i will have a new word in my mouth
and i'll say it, whatever might be
One night i will learn how to fall, so apart
how to summer, and winter, and spring.
But now, all i know is
there's something i'm missing
there's something out there
i can't see;
There's a storm
that i wish
i could hear
And a fall
in the winters
of another sea.