i walk out into sunshine crunching the leaves
sure ive noticed, but ive never thought is it noticin me?
uncontrollably, it has control over me
soon as i said that the heat dropped one lower degree
i wrote a poem a week, just for no-one to read
saw you succomin to a lower emotion than greed
in order to go with the key, i head to finding the lock
mother nature's takin care to put mind in a block
cos its the something ive got, a too intuitive mind
i can tell its hiding secrets that she new i could find
and so im writing real blind, as im doing today
but there are things ive wrote down that you'll never erase
so u keep gunnin my way and try to puzzle my face
but the peices come together at the end of the day
