Laulunsanoja:
Growing Down Cry For The Moon

river whispering again a sweet lullaby Please crack the matches, watch me consume I learn how to fly, the sun didn't pass by If the frame falls down

love, it picks you up And spins you round Sets you right back down, where you belong Love is like the April rain That makes the harvest grow And when it grows

understanding, as if there isn't even a possibility for peace But there is always a possibility for peace As un-perfect as we are, we should in all ways reach Deep, deep down

a hoop that never ends How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For

the colors of the wind? How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For

anything at all I'm here for you; all you gotta do is ask man I'm here for you, in the same way that you're here for me Each person in an intricate piece

Fire The sun is well asleep Moon is high above Fire grows from the east How is this Hate so deep Lead us all so blindly killing killing Fools we are If

this pale winter moon And we can ponder every reason why your true love was untrue You can cry your eyes out, I've got a shoulder here for you And every

of the wind? How high does the sycamore grow If you cut it down then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether