Feels like a march through the young fields.
Crossed with care along the lost leaves.
We read it on time.
Astrology books they seemed to lie.
The thing that is sad
is that I dont care about that any longer.
Straighten fold and make them disappear
So they'll know it's straight from the soul.
This stringed ignorance
Strums notes of bliss through the open waters.
This ruthless fate, true love would thank.
Oh, those poor old lovers...
Winds have changed and I turned around with them too.
With this heart, we suffer in beauty. It's true.
We're spared the tragic flaw of love
and that's its own doom.
And the mystery in those times when I levitate up off the ground...
I swear...
Can this be true?
Something's going on.
Something's going on around me.
Why is this so?
Feels like something's going on within me.
All that I know is sha-la-la-la-la
I don't know.