Vers Le Sud 가사

Cold, cold morning The birds fly south Cold, cold fear Bitter taste in my mouth I wish that I could leave this ground I wish that I could break free I wish my life was in perfect formation Flying south to the sea Cold, cold water It numbs me to the bone So I can't feel the emptiness When I am all alone I wish that I could leave this ground I wish that I could break free I wish my life was in perfect formation Flying south to the sea So I'd leave this soul behind Yeah, I'd leave this soul behind And I'd stand tall with my head held high And leave this all behind Birds of a feather Were gathered to hear The words of the prophets But it's like poison in my ears I wish that I could leave this ground I wish that I could break free I wish my life was in perfect formation Flying south to the sea Flying south to the sea Flying south to the sea