Has the season changed? Has it rearranged to give, or to replace?
The planet, with all her charms, calls me to explore. To discover what had not been seen before. Of all the times and places and all the untouched spaces, I'm endlessly inspired to know more.
And these nights are long With an absent moon… Evolve, adapt, and stay attuned.
“Shed your carapace and grow anew Sew your seeds and change your path. Every season is a story waiting to unfold.”
Since we walked upon that island in the sky… I've felt the change myself, but cannot reason why… What made you disappear? Is part of you still here? The mystery of this intrigues me still…
And we carry on With an absent moon… I wonder if the cycle will end soon.
“Shed your carapace and grow anew Sew your seeds and change your path. Every season is a story waiting to unfold.”
With the passing of time you have to sharpen your mind. Those who seek just might find the answer lurking behind you crawling in the shadows, now you tremble with fear. What you knew disappeared, and the new season is here.
It's true that seasons change. They rearrange to give, or to replace. I'll study every path you make. I'll fight to see you once again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
