But somewhere in an hazel wood

I’m so tired that I feel my bones
Crumbling under the gravity force
And I feel like a child even if I’m adult man

I go on digging in my past
When the things had or seemed to have a sense
And I don’t really know when they started to go so bad

Now there’s a constant drain 
From my body and soul 
I really don’t know why 
I’m frightened to be dried 

I try to put restrains 
But there is no way 
I have no other chance 
I forgot how to pray 

But somewhere in an hazel wood
Some men are still singing up the truth
Maybe I can restart maybe I can be one of them

They can speak directly to the moon
Passing through the whispers of the wood
One day I will rebuild my sensitiveness to the truth

But now it’s constant drain 
From my body and soul 
I really don’t know why 
I’m frightened to be dried 

I try to put restrains 
But there is no way 
I have no other chance 
I forgot how to pray