Cotton کے بول

​​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.