Greeneyes - Omnium Gatherum

I need a reason

To go back

Out of the season

To fall into black

Your staring eyes

Captivate me

Yet I am free

The air is quiet

For we are joined as one

And still you look as though

There is nothing wrong

There is nothing wrong

There is nothing wrong

In the echo

I am free in the echo

Is there something wrong is there something wrong

Is there someting wrong

In the echo I am free in the echo