Sangtekst: Sonny Moore. Equinox.

This year is old like a dying father

Whose will is out of spite

We pile into separate agendas

With the songs of defeat

Playing in our minds



For you I give and give away

My unhappiness in color

For your abandoned heart to see them

To bloom into your world



Binded to your perfect lands

To live like somber cattle

And we're gathered as seeds

To sprout mid Sahara

For who for what?

For who for what?

(For who for what)



For you I give and give away

My unhappiness in color

For your abandoned heart to see them

To bloom into your world

For you I give and give away

My unhappiness in color

For your abandoned heart to see them

To bloom into your world.