Now's the time when 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
Oh what a feeling
oh what a feeling
oh 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
Oh, what a feeling
oh, what a feeling
oh, what a feeling
And i can feel the crock unwind
the parts of me i tied are running
and all the birds are in my head
the laughter that was dead is coming
Oh, what a feeling
oh, what a feeling
oh, what a feeling
The laughter that was dead is coming
oh, what a feeling
the laughter that was dead is coming