Testo
When the cold wind blows,
The ocean lets us know
When the hot sand of the desert starts to glow
We will wake and find the ever-changing scapes
Of a world hard done by
Yet so full of grace
There's no going back now, no
There's no going back
There's no going back now, no
There's no going back
As the echoes of tomorrow start to stain
Yeah the time is now
Yes I can see the change
As the leaves on the morrow start to fade
Yeah the echoes of tomorrow
They will stain
They leave their scars now
They leave their scars
It leaves it's scars, we leave our scars
We leave our scars, we leave our scars
Stop leaving scars, stop leaving scars
Stop leaving scars, stop leaving scars