Testo Hollow

Where i'm going, I know fine well
Where i'm going, there's no sky
For a while I was living
For a while I could fly
For your sins you keep on living
As I leave you behind

I am a tree, although i'm hollow I don't blow in the breeze

I was lost for a wee while
Now i'm home to say goodbye
It got cold and I was lonely
I was thinking I could die
So hold my hand for the last time
As I walk into the sky

I am a tree, although i'm hollow
I don't blow in the breeze