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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #878
Peak in subgenre #140
Author
Nefrit El-Or
Rights
2004
Uploaded
April 15, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 2:46
Lyrics
First day of spring and rattle of machines
Is cutting and butchering the flesh of the land outside her window
As she wakes up to a brand new day
With dew of new dreams and decisions she embraced
Cause she lives in a country where everything goes
And it seems in this world it gets harder and harder to follow the lines
In times of confusion delusion the conclusion she makes eveytime
And she thinks how strange that even the birds stop singing or moved away
Cause usually they are the only ones who didn't know or didn't care what the hell is going on
And everyone she ever knew either died or disappeared or moved away
And she has to get used to the fact that from now on it's her and her and nothing's for sure
Cause there's a fine line between weapons and weapons of mess distractions
You can use anything to distract or reconstruct if you know what you're doing
And there's a fine line between love and hate
And everybody wants to know why the light is still on at their neighbor's house in 2 o'clock in the morning
And for all that she cares they can all eat each other
And strip down everybody till they know what everybody's doing and there's nothing left
So she closes her eyes and listens to the wind
And it comes and it goes as fast as the years that leave you with feeling that no matter what you do
You can't stop water from rivers and rivers from the sea
So maybe its better to breeze with the air and let water do their thing
While the rest of the world is loving to hate
Yes its better to wait
Yes its better to wait
And she thinks how strange that even the wind stoped singing at nights like this
When everything is so dark and lonely and beautiful or how she would like to get out of
Here sometimes it gets so quite and bright she could almost hear the clouds traveling
But now it's just the constant noise of the latest toys of technology
