On a long lonely road where beauty has died
And the oxygen of friendship was just too thin to survive
Now I've been freed from my anxiety
And I'm warmed by the sun
And I'm waking up to spring
Waking up to spring
I'm waking up to spring
When the Tinworm turns
When my heart it yearns
When the Tinworm turns
Oh when the Tinworm turns
And I tried to make plans but the darkness seemed to bury them
And I tried to make sense of all the waste and the suffering
And I tried to make plans but the darkness seemed to bury them
And I tried to make sense of all the waste and the suffering
On a long lonely road where beauty has died
And the oxygen of friendship was just too thin to survive
Now I've been freed from my anxiety
And I'm warmed by the sun
And I'm waking up to spring
Waking up to spring
I'm waking up to spring
And I tried to make plans but the darkness seemed to bury them
And I tried to make sense of all the waste and the suffering
And I tried to make plans but the darkness seemed to bury them
And I tried to make sense of all the waste and the suffering
I'm waking
I'm waking
I'm waking
I'm waking
And I tried
I tried
I tried
I tried...