Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your heads disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

No, no sólo no tengo ganas de nada, sino que además no tengo casi ningún plan...