Sanoja: Maritime. Other. Someone Has To Die.

The leaves came down when you walked by them all year round
The trees fall at your feet
Southbound birds and winter bees are soldiers
In the army all good souls they do surround me
And our lives mountains come under attack
When the trade winds blow, rivers dry change
Direction that is all they know it's predetermined
A life span shakes the hard skeletons and newborns
Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes on
I don't care if it happens in Argentina yeah
Or way up north off the coast of Norway on an island
With no name there are no survivors all the same, no telephones
Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes crazy
We're all in line, your blood will tell you when it's time to
Turn down your sword this not a warriors war
But the news just gets distracting
Our love keeps on reacting all the time
Someone has to die to make room for you and I and our love goes crazy all the time
For you and I someone has to die for you and I