tell me the reason not to smile
are you floatin' or drowned alone？
can you reach out for my hand？
things you don't need in your hands
good-bye, your foolish pride and mine
river runs through matters of course
but we can't see into clearly the sky
I wonder if the stars really do
have little points - how do you think？
I don't mean that you should give up milk toast
can you reach out for my hand？
things you don't need in your hands
hush-a-bye, our foolish prides
throw away the seconds in your hands
now hold it tight more and more
