Tekster: Rites Of Spring. End On End. Spring.

Caught in time so far away from where our hearts really wanted to be - Reaching out to find a way to get back to where we'd been - And if summer left you dry with nothing left to try - This Time...... Caught at a distance from myself and there was no one there to know - What could I do? - I have learned sometimes a need can run too deep and we throw away the things we most wanted to keep and inside we lie over and over again - This Time...... If you don't now you'd better learn to believe me when I say I'm going to build a wall around this town Around these hearts and hands