Drifting back through blossom streets. The silent me to loud. The cooling towers(?) and the mysteries. The gloaming lights tonight. Deep inside you never let go. Deep inside you never let this go. Taking a ride on a subway train. To feel more alive when you get back out again. And if you meet those eyes you feel all is known. Under a summer sky there's a gentle wind is blowing. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Heading west towards the glowing evening sunset. On an august night. Waking up before the mist is fully lifted. In the morning light. You feel the sadness in her eyes. As the autumn wind and golden leaves starts singing. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything. Sometimes I don't need to believe in anything