Rites of Spring Songtext
von Fredrik

I was meant to be an upstream sailor
I never wanted to arrive
I was a sideshow while you painted trouble
And the singing bubble came alive There′s a rattle in the water lilies
There'll be our skin to mute the sound
The rainbow chemicals are breaking slowly
On the eleven seas above the ground


I drink the caves around Table Mountain
I wear the whisper and the clay
I used to make you sing of painted troubles
And morning paper holiday
There′s a rattle in the pavement country
The cranes are screaming backwardly
We pour the sand to keep the maples moving
In the eleven grounds above the sea