Из альбома: Cruel Sun
Ever see the tree?
Ever feel yourself
Wrapped around a limb?
Let go your desire
Desire will suffer in the end
Suffer the will, the will of a child
The child will be born, born on the day
Let the child be born and be right to the sun
As desire will come and suffer the will of the child
Everything is so beautiful
Everything is so simple now
Colors weave into symbols of life into
Symbols of life, weave into the wind
Oh weary child, rest your head
Very soon the colors come alive
The child will be born, born on the day
Let child be born and right to the sun
As the symbols of life weave into the wind
Let the child be born and right to the sun
'Cause everything is simple now
Nothing has ever changed
The colors all weave a life
Let the weary child be born
'Cause everything is simple now
Nothing has ever changed
The colors all weave of life
As they move into the wind
'Cause everything is simple now
Nothing has ever changed
Until we respect our mother earth
Let it all break down