Lyric

The smell of rain and soil is in the air

A lace of mist, a blindfold that I wear

A damp, pale moon, suspended by a thread

The night sky shakes, with darkness in its head

The apple in my hand is turning wine

A drunken scent, a sweet and dark design

Inside this digital paradise we've made

In Neverland Island, where the colors fade

Lost within the forest of my mind

Searching for the things I left behind

Look, I see it now, the glow begins to rise

Through the paper moonlight seams, a light for tired eyes

Listen, I can hear the ringing of the bell

A dawn to break the silence of this winter spell

The smell of rain and soil is in the air

A lace of mist, a blindfold that I wear

A damp, pale moon, suspended by a thread

The night sky shakes, with darkness in its head

Look, I see it now, the glow begins to rise

Through the paper moonlight seams, a light for tired eyes

Listen, I can hear the ringing of the bell

A dawn to break the silence of this winter spell