Now s the time whwn this will turn to fruit
All the Poppies gonna push up through
And I can see the ground below
The places that I know, disappearing
And I can see the winter fade
I don t feel so afraid it s clearing
chorus
What a feeling, what a feeling
What a feeling
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and always outside
But now I know I shouldn t care
There s a song already there
Waiting inside
chorus
And I can feel the clock unwind
The parts of me I tied are running
And all the birds are in my head
The laughter that was dead is coming
What a feeling, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
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