There is something in the [bad word] It’s the spingtime floating all upon the city
I wanna blow it back, wanna blow it back

I will leave this town by the weekend
If you buy me a ticket, I have to save my money for the dark days honey, for the dark

I will travel through the season
Til the summer voices and the fire noises and the burning witches call me home

I will find the strength to give up
All the thing I made up, all the things I made up, all the leaves I tied up on my arms

I miss [bad word] in being [bad word] by the king and the princes, by the king and the princes, by the king and the princes...
by the clock and the watches, by the dying species, by the flying foxes...

I might float for a second
Through (the shadow) of my reason
Find my home, my children
I’m a rainbow (o)ver the ocean