Текст песни Not For the Weak Heart - Miracle Johan

I'm sitting here
Going over my faces
Thinking of all the places I could rather be
And this time of year
I'm a fat little bear boy with my guitar
I'm a bumblebee buzzing at the bar
Waiting for the seas to turn to ice

Wouldn't it be nice
If all that mattered
Was the air growing fatter with the cold?

And I've been told
And I don't know why
But there seems to be a very fine line
Between the points of our thoughts
And the points of our minds

Could we ever be brave enough to define ourselves
Far less complicated?
For life is not for the weak heart