WIND UP TOY

Bring me storms During the drought Through the thorns I see a way out Early in the morning When nothing is yet decided I am awful(y) small And the world goes round Wading through it all It busies my mind Either way I turn I fall Either way I am filled up with noise And they whisper too loud I'm an old wind-up toy Forced to walk through the crowd Bring me storms During the drought Through the swarm (sworm) There's a way out Early in the morning When nothing's yet decided I am filled up with noise And they whisper too loud I'm an old wind-up toy Forced to walk through the crowd