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
[chorus]
what a feeling, what a feeling
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
what a feeling, what a feeling, 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
what a feeling, what a feeling
the laughter that was dead is coming
what a feeling, what a feeling
the laughter that was dead is coming |