作曲 : Gray/Garside/K.J. Garside/C. Gray (K.J.Garside / C.Gray) There is an anger comes off this girl, That she can't find an origin, The things I plant won't grow, Yet the wild ****s flower in wind and snow. Nothing to be nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to lose. When will my season come, Was I born of infertile soil, Is my seed without song, Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head, Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead? Nothing to be nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to lose.
作曲 : Gray/Garside/K.J. Garside/C. Gray (K.J.Garside / C.Gray) There is an anger comes off this girl, That she can't find an origin, The things I plant won't grow, Yet the wild ****s flower in wind and snow. Nothing to be nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to lose. When will my season come, Was I born of infertile soil, Is my seed without song, Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head, Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead? Nothing to be nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to lose.
