Sprint down the hillside path
Leave behind the world opened up in this body
Sprint down like a bird
Drop your center of balance
As this hastening life
Turns the passing houses and trees
Into an abstract painting
The season whispers
"Slip out of the clothes that don't fit"
And perhaps you've noticed
We've since passed our goal
When you turn that corner
You'll come into a cramped dark path
But some day we'll meet again
In some incredible place
The season whispers
"What are we waiting for"
Shut in behind that window
It tells me that im free
Sprint down the hillside path
Leave behind the world opened up in this body
Sprint down like a bird
When you turn that corner
You'll come into a cramped dark path
But some day we'll meet again
In some incredible place
Like a bird, sprint down the hillside path