They lifts their lips to their cheeks,
Walks through and beneath the burning grasses, laughing.
They may not know how to try or seek,
Will they learn how to see and keep on moving ?
Down on the waters,
Waving sadly and dark,
It is still hard to believe that we fell over,
On past the border crack,
Of that cold and broken down feather,
That sinks into a despair turning black.
It will go, but in which way ?
Tomorrow
Or today ?
The wind is blowing through our body,
He has no hope for mercy,
He's growing weary.
And leaves fly afire with no sign of beauty,
For their sweet flight here is becoming blurry.
Lay the doubts under the day,
Let fall the wishes with the rain.
And now, don't let the world drift far away,
Keep its innocent Earth from any pain.
Feels like we're running to a wall,
But knowing it's us who'll break.
And if we must lose it all,
We might leave nothing to take.
It will go, but in which way ?
Will we find
What to say ?
So I looked down onto the past years,
And understood we destroyed what we had built.
But if we start to share some flowing tears,
Our hearts will die, and not from guilt.
It takes a lot to stay awake now,
It takes a lot to believe.
Yes, and some already think that death's coming down,
And they know they can not keep on living.
Too many people here,
And no soul is really sheer.
It will go, but in which way ?
Will we find
Where to stay ?
