Stonehenge

And it's the twelfth of February
how will the winter be
that is going to come?
and it's the twelfth of February
how will the winter be
that is going to come?

We've grown our minds
to a paper of white
love is a fairy tale
made for no-one to see
but to chase and we run
and running we die

Homeless we are so we build
and building we try
and try to escape and call work
our need to deny
our need

And it's the twelfth of February
how will the winter be
that is going to come?
and it's the twelfth of February
how will the winter be
that is going to come?

In lost moments in time
we were trying to touch
stones will survive
so at manufacture we aim
and to those who paint it we live
and living we cry

Death-bound we are so we die
amidst our schedules to be
the air will refuse to remember
what it cut in our deed that we did
while we're fading and freezing away

And it's the twelfth of February
what will the winter be
that is going to stay?
and it's the twelfth of February
what will the winter be
that is going to stay?

Spring is not gonna come
to choose it we would have to change
and still to know why
reasons refer
but nothing is left to our eyes
when money turns thoughts into numbers to foresee our lives
and counting we fly

Once I have seen you I know
and moments changed into rhyme
a picture is less than the truth
but more than we get when we try

It's the twelfth of February
you have left me and you've stayed
you have left me and you've stayed
you have left me and you've stayed
you have left me and you've stayed