Spring - Monako

I cannot write how I feel

All I see are plain white fields

Frozen lands that cannot speak

They watch us all as we crawl

Down

Our way 'till spring comes

'Till springs comes

'Till springs comes, yeah

'Till springs comes

Messing a while now, messing around

I’m guessing it’s about time

I tell you how far I am, like

I’m far from this, far from home

Even though home seems to move

From place to place

High as a kite I may fly

But it’s only because the wind ain’t shy

Shy to show it still has faith

In the better days to come

Will they come and go?

Will they come and go?

Will they come and go?

My way or rather your way?

Is it a right or is it a left?

Oh, I’d like to be more often left aside

Living life as in exile

Oh, Get the fuck out of my way

Now get the fuck out of my way