Before It's Too Late

I don't know if you can say to me I don't know if this is really free I don't know if you can say This could be love And I know if you can listen now To the sound of the singing birds I wouldn't try to spare myself Under the circumstances That we have right now I can pick the phone up Anytime you try to call me Know that you can tell me Something good again Over the world I'll look All I see is the mystic trend Hand me over some painted sticks Well above my soul Waving here to everybody around I hope that we can meet again Better look at the other way Before it is too late