This year is old like a dying father    
Whose will is out of spite    
We pile into separate agendas    
  
  
For you I give and give away    
  
For your abandoned heart to see them    
  
Binded to your perfect lands    
To live like somber cattle    
And we're gathered as seeds    
  
  
  
  
For you I give and give away    
  
For your abandoned heart to see them    
  
For you I give and give away    
  
For your abandoned heart to see them    
To bloom into your world.