| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back and lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear | |
| Crying man | |
| I know he is wrong | |
| Its just that winter is been so long | |
| And everything is going so wrong | |
| A summer bring such hope within springsong | |
| If things come sooner soon they must | |
| I promise myself to clear the dust | |
| That’s building up inside my head | |
| Shrinking the rope of life into this fraying fret | |
| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back., the lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear |
| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back and lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear | |
| Crying man | |
| I know he is wrong | |
| Its just that winter is been so long | |
| And everything is going so wrong | |
| A summer bring such hope within springsong | |
| If things come sooner soon they must | |
| I promise myself to clear the dust | |
| That' s building up inside my head | |
| Shrinking the rope of life into this fraying fret | |
| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back., the lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear |
| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back and lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear | |
| Crying man | |
| I know he is wrong | |
| Its just that winter is been so long | |
| And everything is going so wrong | |
| A summer bring such hope within springsong | |
| If things come sooner soon they must | |
| I promise myself to clear the dust | |
| That' s building up inside my head | |
| Shrinking the rope of life into this fraying fret | |
| The mist of change begin to clear | |
| The dark of ages disappear | |
| The bats are back., the lizard here | |
| The thought of summer is more then | |
| I could bear |