Better Soil - Amandine

i remember days of fire red

desire in a stranger’s bed

and somewhere there a seed was sown

the comfort that we used to know

so wake up, son

we’re moving on

from work and toil

for better soil

i remember days of amber brown

you dancing in your wedding gown

a troubled angel in a dress of white

flowing in that blinding light

i’ve figured out what you’ve been hiding

and i’ve forgiven you for that

all my blame has been misguided

and all our sorrows buried here

i remember days of black and white

struggling with all our might

time can come to be a grain of sand

waring on the hearts of men

wake up, son

the time has come

to shake the pain

to flow again