Gotta lose those fields behind.
Wrap up in lies!
We stand for boyishness.
I wanna live at last!
Untill we find the way!
Searching for the light,
Before eternity...
The passing,
The changing,
Moving around,
The Colours of the sky.
To remain the same,
As we use to know.
Every single day...
Could we?
Still have seen it if where there?
Could we still have seen it everywhere, Madden?
Gone in a glance,
Gotta lose those fields behind.
Wrap up in lies!
We stand for boyishness.
I wanna live at last!
Untill we find the way!
Searching for the light,
Before eternity...
