He passes over me as if I don't exist
He bends down but doesn't even notice
How could he see my roots underground?
I am just one question amongst thousands
I am of the kind that likes to stay unanswered
Perhaps half, perhaps completely underground
Even if you were my every moment, everything, everywhere
The waves'd still be big, the islands'd still be small underground
I am just one question amongst thousands
I am of the kind that likes to stay unanswered
Perhaps half, perhaps completely underground