What I wouldn't give to be way up there
Where you don't know whether the mountains
Are mountains, or
Just clouds, in the distant air
What I wouldn't give to be so far away
On a bed of white, with an empty mind
And the fresh air, just
Cleansing all my troubles away

I've lost myself in all the business
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
Running seems like the only way to keep myself alive
Cause my passion's gone, and my heart is failing me

What I wouldn't give to be strolling in the pouring rain
Out in the open, my clothes soaking up the droplets
And releasing them, with all my stains
What I wouldn't give to be underwater screaming out
Where I don't get short of breath
And I'm making an ever consistent, screaming sound

I've lost myself in all the business
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
Running seems like the only way to keep myself alive
Cause my passion's gone, And my heart is failing me

I've misplaced the meaning to my art
This canvas, it's just a canvas, with colours on it
And I don't know what these pictures are
What do they mean? What do they mean?
Why are they staring at me?

I've just got to open my eyes and see...

I haven't lost myself, in all the business
I still know where, I'm supposed to be
I can go a comfortable pace, and keep myself alive
Cause my passion's right here, and my heart is doing fine