I feel,
I need some time to linger around
Around a place that could ground me
While I’m thinking about you
Read
Read my mind, ancient tragedy
Between the sheep, the trees and bird cheeps
I lie dozing in the weed
It came to me when nothing was for free
Personally, I doubted myself
My family, hello scenery
Harvesting seeds, they say jokingly
Leave, leave the fate up to Greek
A dirty hand has different needs
You are grounded on the field
Feel, four seasons of recovery
Farethewell society
Keep growing without me
Maybe I am a man who got lost in the dark
Maybe you would feel the same
If you get lost in the dark
Oh maybe I’ll come visit in your dreams
Maybe I am a man who got lost in the dark
Maybe you would feel the same
If you get lost in the dark
Oh maybe I’ll come visit in your dreams