Birds singing like it's spring Frozen by the winter wind Have you chosen to be moonblind? God, I'm ready for the change
My fingers touch the grass I close my eyes and beg trees could grow old again Useless work to earn all that's poisoned and burned While we lose our sacred home
And I wear an ancient crown of grain All answers lost, longing to obtain
Birds singing like it's spring Frozen by the winter wind Have you chosen to be moonblind? God, I'm ready for the change
Art thou full of hate, no connection nor faith Insensible in greedy haze Howls and squalls return, all I feel is hurt I'm reborn, I once died
And I wear an ancient crown of grain All answers lost, longing to obtain
Deep inside you must find that nature is calling Close your eyes, behold demise
Birds singing like it's spring Frozen by the winter wind Have you chosen to be moonblind? God, I'm ready for the changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
