Текст песни Monteclefe - Joshua Faulkner

"Close your eyes and count to eight
Now it's time to imaginate"
These words I thought I left behind
Perfectly store in the back of my mind

It's not what you've planned

Each weekend we live through as seasons go by
We grow and evolve without knowing why
Thoughts that we're losing they never occur
The haste of a childhood is gone in a blur

As we look forward our sight is obscured
Our bodies will wither from what they've endured
If you are like me don't know where to go
You'll end up somewhere the ebb and the flow

It's not what you've planned

Each weekend we live through as seasons go by
We grow and evolve without knowing why
Thoughts that we're losing they never occur
The haste of a childhood is gone in a blur