Restless
With the coming of spring, the restlessness.
My body ... restless.
My feet, my knees, my arms, my hands ... restless.
My mind ... restless.
My hopes, my dreams, my every thought ... all so restless.
It's the fuse the warm sun sparks, and I know of only one cure.
"What is it?" you wonder.
You have to ask?
With the coming of spring, the restlessness.
My body ... restless.
My feet, my knees, my arms, my hands ... restless.
My mind ... restless.
My hopes, my dreams, my every thought ... all so restless.
It's the fuse the warm sun sparks, and I know of only one cure.
"What is it?" you wonder.
You have to ask?
