You're sick of wind
You're sick of rain
You're sick of stormy days
You want to lay your back on red heat burning
Your hands are torn
Your knees are worn
your body claims for rest
There's just a single step to the outer circle
Be brave, dare break the edge of the outer circle
It's you the one I want
the one I miss and call
When there's nothing left to prove
there is nothing but the moon
let it wash your sins away
and you'll be a child again
Don't you miss your childhod?
then call on me, my child
Do you miss me?
then summon me
Do you miss your childhood?, then follow me
When there's nothing left to prove
There is nothing but the moon
Let it wash your sins away
and you'll be a child again
Do you miss your childhood?
then follow me
