here is something in the [bad word]  It's the spring time floating on, upon the city I won't blow it but (won't blow it but)
 I will leave this town by the weekend if you
 Buy me a ticket out to save my money for
 the dark days (..oney for the dark)

 I will travel through the seas until the summer voices of
 the fire noises of
 the burning witches call me home

 And I will find the strength to give up all the things I'm made up of
 the things I'm made up of
 the leaves are tied up on my arms

 And I miss that confort in being [bad word] by the king and the princess
 the king and the princess
 the king and the princess
 the king and the princess
 the lights and the flashes..
 ..

 I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
 For my own, my own on the rainbow above the ocean 
 I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
 For my own, my own children on the rainbow above the ocean 
 (There is something in the [bad word] 
 It's the spring time floating on upon the city..)
 I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
 For my own, my own children on the rainbow above the ocean