Standard (EADGBE)
Time is always asking you to much,
It's not for someone, it's for you to go in tach.
Now you welcome to find out the true,
To be leaving and the misticks hanging on the moon.
Chorus
Au that something like whisper,
The end of the winnter,
And you know you realy care, all this.
Solo
Sun is shining thru the clear blue sky,
When those are paintengs and the hases sticks around free clise.
Thru the smoke and sweepers downs the ice,
And trees are sad now, couse the rainbow screaming all the night.
Chorus
2x
Solo