i wanted to be ready
an elegant view
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing new
i wanted to be ready
and elegant buffoon
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing wrong
cause you are ready
my hard-hearted son
and summer is fleeting
you feel nothing wrong
you sing for the salt
the earth provides
you're a wreath of the rings
in your insides
your heart is a bloom
and i can stand
we reach for the salt
in everyman
and i'm a powerful ring of earth and fire
your heart is a burst of my desire
i could talk for your wolves
i'd top them all
if we see the eyes in which you call