It's the, filtered air through loopholes
40 miles from job to home
Your shield becomes a heavy load
You're not designed, for this war
We (are) kidnapped children behind the doors
But the way the fish swim can change the flow
Get through it all, wait till night
But the next day you're back
at square one
You wake up in the garden every night
And you scatter the seeds wait for the sun
In your garden of childhood nights
Wait for the day…
Wait for,
The sun

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN