Spring News

She loves the dawn, the morning's pure

And her mum wants her to be something more

It's easy to say, it's not easy to do

And to the spring

I'll make up my mind

I know that I'm looking, but I don't know what I'll find

It's easy to say, it's not easy to know



Oh... do we want it?

You are realizing so slowly





Let's take the car over the bridge

And look at the stars, like in some film

We don't have to know, we don't have to know

We really don't



Oh... I think I get it

You are realizing so slowly



A tambourine, her sweet voice fades

An old punk song from the seventies

It's easy to say it's not easy to do

Under the trees, street 116

I feel asleep beside you, had a dream

Easy to see, but not easy to say



Oh...

I think I see it

We all have to grow old in the end