Текст песни Spring - Monako

I cannot write how I feel
All I see are plain white fields
Frozen lands that cannot speak
They watch us all as we crawl down

Our way till spring comes
Till springs comes
Till spring comes
Till spring comes

Messing a while, messing around
I′m guessing it's about time
I tell you how far I am
I′m far from this, far from home

Even though home seems to move
From place to place

High as a kite I may fly
But it's only because the wind ain't shy
Shy to show it still has faith
In the better days to come

Will they come and go?
Will they come and go?
Will they come and go?

My way or rather your way?
Is it a right or is it a left?
I′d like to be more often left aside
Living life as in exile

Get the fuck out of my way
Get the fuck out of my way