[Storyteller.]

I walked across an empty land -
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in.
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin.
I came across a fallen tree -
I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
so why don't we go somewhere only we know?