Horses fall, kingdoms are overthrown
Birds migrate
What's up with you?
People who blossom and fade like flowers that live for a single season
What do they want, any news?
Some times life is hard to deal with
And the way you deal with it
Just shapes your spine*
And if you ask me
Sometimes a garden from heaven
And sometimes the hell is like my home
I wallowed in the dirt sometime towards evening
I hugged myself towards evening
I turned back and looked back
And I waved you all
I'm as much eternal as myself, this is my sorrow
I blow hot and cold inside and out
Days pass by, my wound gives me a hug
My path is of fire, does it matter?
Some times life is hard to deal with
And the way you deal with it
Just shapes your spine
And if you ask me
Sometimes a garden from heaven
And sometimes the hell is like my home