S.A.D.

Digging in the nest of my heart
Pencils and thimbles
Wishing there was just a tiny bit more
Searching the opaqueness of my soul
No flowers, no illusions
Wishing there was just a tiny bit more

Standing on a sea of broken glass
Mouse traps and chasms
Hoping I can grow wings and break free
Stumbling through a forest of crystal balls
No bread crumbs, no horizons
Hoping I can grow wings and break free

I will get better
Just wait and you'll see
Once the end of winter draws near
I will get better
I'll make it there
The clouds will part and I'll wake from this dream
I will get better
It's a matter of time
Once again I will look in your eyes
I will get better
I'll make it there
And I'll be back, just wait for the sun