People are running
In this mess they are in
Flowers are blooming
In a field we don't even know exists
How many times have we seen it
Before the night has come
Lights are shining
In the quiet calm night
Shadows are moving
In a place with no name
How long [Am]are we gonna stay
Before we have to [C7]say goodbye
Feelings are burning
But it's getting colder
Are we still dreaming
Of barbarian lands
Sometimes somewhere
The beauty will survive
In the smell of a sleeping child
Linden tɾee at the end of springtime
In your smile and [Bm]embrace
In my [A]soul like [F]Jeff's Grace
The magic of that day
We tɾy so hard to [C7]go back
When we were stuck on [C7]the ground
We were called by our name
Somewhere, somehow, sometimes
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