Wake up feeling good Go to bed frequently lost in the wood A soldier's tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now out
Birdsong in the night The sound drags a net through the twilight Emptiness in computers bothers me These are the seas in our minds We make our own confine in time
[00:12.86]Wake up feeling good [00:19.14]Go to bed frequently lost in the wood [00:26.88]A soldier's tale of soul winning love [00:32.87]No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth [00:41.28]All over now out [00:46.84] [01:07.06]Birdsong in the night [01:12.85]The sound drags a net through the twilight [01:21.19]Emptiness in computers bothers me [01:27.14]These are the seas in our minds [01:32.47]We make our own confine in time
