I need a reason
To go back
Out of the season
To fall into black
Your staring eyes
Captivate me
Yet I am free

The air is quiet
For we are joined as one
And still you look as though
There is nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong
There is nothing wrong
In the echo

I am free in the echo...

Is there something wrong
Is there something wrong
Is there something wrong
In the echo?

I am free in the echo...