Il testo della Jumping gardens and passing streets

Scouts search too far, fall, wait, bright marks forming into "e"s. waiting,
Watching icebergs melt outside and i am thinking about going out. black and red,
Bi-colored streets. wondering where this town ends and the next one begins,
The roads we follow never end. i wonder when you're alone if you're really as high
As a cloud or your heart comes undone without mend.