Текст песни Phoebe - Fyrce Muons

The simple time of year is turning into rain
Falling down imaginary, falling down again
All worn down with swollen whispers, nothing is inside
Caught up in a mass of memories tearing me inside
All the fiery signals wave in the bastard life
Pushing on a head of impulse, pushing on my time
I hear the toxic voices enter deep inside my head
Gracious lives above my meadows laughing there at me
Feel a haunting limerick and see a scattered man
Totaling the debits up until they're filled with sand
And now the time has come for me to bid this land goodbye
Leaving on the stage today into the Western sky