No more white-green leaves
There's somewhere in hell, no words
I will not have gone home this year
But I'm still not a bird
There's somewhere in hell, no words
I will not have gone home this year
But I'm still not a bird
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
If it takes all summer long
Just to write one simple song
There's too much to focus on
Clearly that is something wrong
Just to write one simple song
There's too much to focus on
Clearly that is something wrong
Oh
Oh
Oh.....
Oh
Oh.....