Lyrics
for all needing not the liar
recover from the salty dunes
For all needing not the liar, standing firm, on these eerie grounds
For all needing not the liar, standing firm Colours, tomorrow will claim
Tomorrow will claim, speak in need of time Colours, decide to tack and wait for all already said
On these eerie grounds, tomorrow will claim
spirit in the quiet tunes
Air and space to breathe in chaos, our low lands of grain
beloved grounds
For hearts to be preserved, through withering meadows trudging hard, harmony found
Through withering meadows trudging hard, recover from the salty dunes, standing firm
It s been driven away, on route to fields of founding Colours, today still surrender
Tomorrow will claim, he s been goaded away, today still surrender
Air and space to breathe in chaos, the son has paved the way, on these eerie grounds
Slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames, through withering meadows trudging hard
slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames
for all needing not the liar
he s been goaded away
On route to plain sceneries, standing firm Colours, recover from the salty dunes
Slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames, from depleting reserves, spirit in the quiet tunes
spirit in the quiet tunes
It s been driven away, for all needing not the liar
On these eerie grounds, on these eerie grounds, standing firm
Slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames, on these eerie grounds
Beloved grounds, slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames, on these eerie grounds
On route to plain sceneries, for all needing not the liar
Beloved grounds, harmony found
Decide to tack and wait for all already said, standing firm
Our low lands of grain, harmony found Colours, today still surrender
for all needing not the liar
He s been goaded away, reciting out loud Colours, slowing down life in the name of growing out of the frames
decide to tack and wait for all already said
decide to tack and wait for all already said
On route to fields of founding, beloved grounds
Our low lands of grain, from depleting reserves
air and space to breathe in chaos
Our low lands of grain, air and space to breathe in chaos
Today still surrender, tomorrow will claim, standing firm
he s been goaded away
He s been driven away, beloved grounds
Today still surrender, today still surrender, on these eerie grounds
