The days were getting longer
Slipping into spring
All the suffering winter brought
Would melt and run down stream
But I turned a crooked eye
To fields already green
All of a sudden it hits you like
A wave you cannot touch
A name I can remember
A face I forget
A turn to be treated tender
By the harshest answer yet
Always left me wondering
If the whip would ever quit
All of a sudden it hits you like
A wave you cannot touch
I wanted too much
If I could be grateful
This world would not seem so blue
If I could be thankful
I'd be thankful, thankful for you
Rushing at the canons
Drowned out by the choir
Always looking backwards
Makes it hard to dodge their fire
I was just left hoping
One day not to be so tired
All of a sudden it hits you like
A wave you cannot touch
I wanted too much
The days were getting longer
And slipping into spring
And all the suffering winter brought
Would melt and run down stream
But I turned a crooked eye
To fields already green