Lines

I built a home there in the trees
With splintered hands
And bruised and bloodied knees
One day your voice came riding on the breeze:
«Ooh, ooh.
You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone
You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone
You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone!»
Your voice touched my skin and filled my bones
It’s running through the trees
Like the wind that blows
You set my words alive like skipping stones:
«Ooh, ooh.»
I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone
I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone
I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone!
Empty out my pockets full of light
Filling riverbeds
With tears turned dry
The earth claps its hands in perfect time:
«Ooh, ooh.»
No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
No more singing all alone!
The clock grows old in the grandfather sky
The lock grows cold just waiting for me to die
And all of the wrinkles that my tears have left behind:
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines!