Tina Loeffler - Roots Lyrics

A goose in the dark next to tiny hands
Always giving what it takes to be free
A trail of dust around a haggard chin
Keeps fighting although to weak to win
Blame it to the moon that our revery has become mad
Would we do it all again
Is it due to our roots when we only see the firmament
Drawn before carefully in the sand
A sharp mind holding firm even it seals the end
Dreaming of days beyond the fence
A piano tune in a hazy room carried away
By an unwritten melody of faith
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Blame it to the moon that our revery has become mad
Would we do it all again
Is it due to our roots when we only see the firmament
Drawn before carefully in the sand
Drawn before carefully in the sand