Every times before the sky was blue
Before the sun could burn the dew
Times without years and seasons

And then when the seasons were there
All kinds of vibrations in the air
The sky was blue and no scar on the velvet skin

Winter all frost from the tree
I think I stay asleep for another week
Summer I canÂ’t protect myself from the heat
I think I find myself a shady seat

There were times before the day was born
Before the rain could drown the lawn
Times without years and seasons

But then when the seasons were there
All kinds of vibrations in the air
The rain was wet transparant and like glass

Autumns sparrows in the sky
Where the leaves their braches were drying
Spring sound of a new born life
I think IÂ’m moving on cause itÂ’s time