The Harvest (Sonata Arctica)

The weight of days on me.... I am done. The corn is burning under my feet The words like circles and I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall in the deepest void of all Haven't seen you in weeks No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop loving touch I need and I am killing time by the lake diving off the cliff, many times scarring myself, colliding on the lake bed so dry.... The world's without virginity And souls have no integrity The Word of grave old danger -Love, It's all I'm after, oh I am done... The ground's not shaking under my feet The World's not turning anymore Wind is a thief, lonelier than me and it - does - not - want - me - in here... plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it, Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne Take a look at the flower so fatal, yet beautiful Showed the Bee where to fly and then let it die The world's without virginity The souls have no integrity The Word of grave old danger -- Love, It's all I'm after, oh I am done... Bring me to recovery give it to me, I'm after tranquillity I somehow lost my line of sight Before I cast the final die... Once planted plastic grapes, The harvest of a lifetime, Real bad wine. The sum of false virginity and my lost integrity The Word of grave old danger -- Love, For you I'm after, oh I am done The world without virginity A soul with no integrity The Word of grave old danger -- Love, Bring me to recovery give it to me, I'm after tranquillity I somehow lost my line of sight Before I cast the final die... Once planted plastic grapes, The harvest of a lifetime, Real bad wine. The ground is shaking under my feet The World is turning, and the wind has a friend in Misery, but I know - she - only - loves - me...