W I L D W E S T

When the end comes you'll see

Hydrogen electrolyzed

Amazing, you're amazed

At the cold you see,

The fire by your face.

Bitter blooms

Flightless skies

The fear the doom

It's no surprise

You realize there's no sense in losing your mind

Before your time

In order not to worry,

You write the words down.

But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful.

So rise young sun, you're a tireless one

And you'll be back burning

When the morning comes,

When you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the wild west to accept the excess?

When the end comes you'll see

Fields of green beyond your reach.

And heartbeats...

So rise young sun, you're a tireless one

And you'll be back burning

When the morning comes

When you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the fool's game to equal his insane?...

I love Gregory and the Hawk.

This song is my life.