63 Days in a week
We're not dead yet
Please mother earth green my eyes
Make me love you
We know we deserve lessons taught
This may help
Oh no, throw us back, let us go
This is our time
Time in our hands, in this spring
Brown leaves are falling
Run, hurry up, may this not
Be for nothing
No snow anymore
The rain washed it all
Away, away, oh no
Hurry up now
Lead us not into what's long gone
Lead us right into
What's left