Wake up can’t you smell the changeFlowers blooming in the winters sun
Natures fooled by the games we played
Soon the world will we know will be undone
Mmm
Listen can’t you hear the changeThe melodies amongst the tress have goneA silence fell with every hedgerow tornWhats the world without its morning songMmmm change gotta come
MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money
Change gotta come
Look up can’t you see the changeThe rising shores reclaim the land we slaved
Time will come when we’ll have to payBefore we’re sent down to an early grave
MmmChange gotta come





MmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his moneyMmmmMan can’t his money

An other summer breath
crise his melancholy deep inside.
But he doesn't understand between his pain and his distress
So he always sit in the same place hoping something gonna change But he always listen a voice wich plays a strange melody

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours, anyone can makes mine *4
A new winter breeze increased his pain deep inside
He want to get closer to the light but the fears is holding him back His refuge is the solitude who takes him away from his soul
But this strange melody gives him a way to become free

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours anyone can makes mine *4

He tries to believe cos he knows it, cos he knows it, cos he knows it *4