In Gowan Ring Spindle Tree
If I were to sing and live in the water ever on
Whether I drown or never return from a fake laughter
I would always be somewhere but never belong to you
I will never be somewhere I don't want to be
I would never be anywhere I haven't chosen to be
And if I were to run again and if you could never touch
me again
If I was so distance and never spoke another word
I would be dreaming of now in eight different way
I would be dreaming of (...) in a different way than I am
now
