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
