Oh my God I feel it in my blood The warming of the winter The coming of the flood
Springtime’s song Born without the words Waiting for a flower Longing to be heard
Pushing it’s way out of the ground Born Without The Words
Feelings too old to die young now
You can live your whole life in want Comparing to another As something that you’re not Or you can fill the space that you’ve been given The space that was made for you You and no one else
Pushing my way out of the ground I’m ready for it I’ve grown too old to die young now I’m better for it
Born without the words Waiting for a flower Longing to be heard
