Cotton

​​If I stop for a while

Nothing changes outside

Would you notice the difference

Between what I was yesterday and what I'm now?

At times I feel

Like I'm nothing more than flesh

And I feel the heaviness

Of being human and limited

Then I wish I could run naked in the streets

Oh, oh, oh

I picked up a cotton thread

In an empty corridor

When I tried to change its shape

I knew that its essence would stay the same

At times I feel

​Like I'm nothing more than flesh

And I feel the heaviness

Of being human and limited

Then I wish I could run naked in the street

I'm toasting a marshmallow

It's so sweet and I'm so callow

I wish I could change my flavour

Without changing myself

Without being someone else

At times I feel

Like I'm nothing more than flesh

And I feel the heaviness

Of being human and limited

Then I wish I could run naked in the streets

At times I feel

​Like I'm nothing more than flesh

And I feel the heaviness

​Of being human and limited

Then I wish I could run naked in the streets

Oh, oh, oh.