Wille & The Bandits Under The Grove
As I turn to face the unknown,
Has the unknown been shaped by time?
Did it not carve our minds, our health, our fears, our weakness?
Coz I remember the knife,
That cold winter night,
Under the Grove.
Then I see my doctors face, he showed me my remedy,
What did he say?
It was the sun, the sun, through the trees.
Does the future remain unwritten?
Or does the past act as proof?
That we can change our colour, our eyes, our sex, our fields, our
oceans,
We can’t change the truth,
As much as we try to.
Then see my doctors face, he showed me my remedy,
What did he say?
It was the sun, the sun, through the trees.
