The sun rises to winds from the north The winter is bitter, but the summer comes forth The breeze you feel comes from yesteryears air It's always the same wind that touches your hair
It's getting harder to keep up... with the changes Stay clean, stay healthy, stay alive Have a pice of Magic Pie
An old man dies, and a child is born One soul is saved, and another is torn One conscious is dirty, and the next one is clean There is life on either side of the screen
It's getting harder to keep up...
What if you were the world, and the shadows your friend What if light was like darkness, and beginning the end What if you were the sky, and commanded the clouds What if shallow was deep, and silence was loud
