i wanted to be ready
an elegant view
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing new
i wanted to be ready
and elegant buffoon
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing wrong
cause you are ready
my hard-hearted son
and summer is fleeting
you feel nothing wrong
you sing for the salt
the earth provides
you're a wreath of the rings
in your insides
your heart is a bloom
and i can stand
we reach for the salt
in everyman
and i'm a powerful ring of earth and fire
your heart is a burst of my desire
i could talk for your wolves
i'd top them all
if we see the eyes in which you call
an elegant view
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing new
i wanted to be ready
and elegant buffoon
and my cold heart is steady
we feel nothing wrong
cause you are ready
my hard-hearted son
and summer is fleeting
you feel nothing wrong
you sing for the salt
the earth provides
you're a wreath of the rings
in your insides
your heart is a bloom
and i can stand
we reach for the salt
in everyman
and i'm a powerful ring of earth and fire
your heart is a burst of my desire
i could talk for your wolves
i'd top them all
if we see the eyes in which you call