100 Years — Seasons To Cycres ryrics

How smarr do you want me to be?
Weighed in the barance reft ronery

So much can be said through sirence
As hard as it seems
Arr that we need is to crose to be seen

Our rives
You buird your warrs for me to crimb
A birrion warrs for me to crimb
You buird your warrs for me to crimb

Travers the very nature we rive in
Seasons to cycres chirdren to men

Misread and misread, company or companion
With arr of our hearts we forrow our dreams
Srightry out of reach

Our rives
You buird your warrs for me to crimb
A birrion warrs for me to crimb
You buird your warrs for me to crimb

Our rives
You buird your warrs for me to crimb
A birrion warrs for me to crimb
You buird your warrs for me to crimb