Stain Of Colour

Been surrounded as long as I remember Didn't find my way outside There are flowers in any place with water But I was only watching mine Until I felt like a stain on your perfection Then I found my chance to wash me out In the meadows I se many stains of colour All of the flowers fuel my doubt You may say that I'm a sheep without a herd But I must say that I'm as free as a bird We wait here in the grove It's okay not to know I haven't seen no nails I've seen no holes At rest without a home At peace without a goal And I still have my willingness to grow Not in the business of selling futures But just go and drink the wine When you go there you'll be clear of all conviction But when you go you will be fine You may say that in my heart there's a hollow space But I must say that I'm continuously amazed We wait here in the grove... When You go... You think your sins go away with a stroke of paint But out in the real world there's a sword for every stain We wait here in the grove...