Spring comes like a kiss upon the mouth. Soft and sweet with all the power of the earth behind. Broken fever and soaking sheets. Twisted round our bodies in the cool of the morning. Turning the cards over one by one. I see the faces staring back from across the ages. And everything tastes so strong so strong. But you could never sense because. According to you. There isn't anything left to believe in. Because you never could see. That there is everything that we are receiving. We joined the battle between right and wrong. When we were all so young and certain. And now we pass the passions on. In the broken light streaming through the shredded curtain. They bring you scapegoats to sacrifice. Anything or anybody just to nail your pain to. They bring you promises you know are lies. So you feel betrayed in everything that you cling to so. According to you. There isn't anything left to believe in. Because you never could see. That there is everything that we are receiving. Come back to us all. Where there is everything that we are receiving