Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn I can reach so far above my head with my height. And I feel fit for fight, With my pace I break out the light, And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.
But, so far beyond my pace, I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside. And don't ever call again I want seven undone days. A revolt of my force inside.
Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm as I open my lover's eyes to see if they still shine. Though I feel fit for fight, and my pace can break out the light, I need more to make me feel all right.
Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn I can reach so far above my head with my height. And I feel fit for fight, With my pace I break out the light, And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.
But, so far beyond my pace, I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside. And don't ever call again I want seven undone days. A revolt of my force inside.
Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm as I open my lover's eyes to see if they still shine. Though I feel fit for fight, and my pace can break out the light, I need more to make me feel all right.
