That is the winter Those are the trees I can hear them breathe This is my bed This is where I sleep That was the dark Those are my dreams They belong to me
This is my floor This is where I lie This is a square room That was a bright light These are not my eyes What is my soul Where is my tired heart That is the question Where is the answer
Inside my house
And I sit by the window And I wish I was rain I want to fall from the sky I want to get wet all over again
´Cause this my house It belongs to me Inside my head It´s all that´s left This is my house This is my bed This is where I sleep That was the dark Those are my dreams They belong to me