There is something in the weather coming 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 trusted 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 weather coming. 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