When I was lost I found
something heavy in my heart.
Not a word, not a sound,
did it utter at the start.
It took a long and lonesome drive
through the plains, the frozen plains.
Past the houses in the fields:
imaginary lives, imaginary names.
Past the houses in the plains, the frozen plains.
When I was lost I found
something heavy in my heart.
Not a word, not a sound,
did it utter at the start,
just a burden hanging heavy on my heart.