Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn I can reach so far above my head with my height And I feel fit for fight, With my pace I break out the light, And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by
But, so far beyond my pace, I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside And dont ever call again I want seven undone days A revolt of my force inside
Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm as I open my lovers eyes to see if they still shine Though I feel fit for fight, and my pace can break out the light, I need more to make me feel all right
But, so far beyond my pace, I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside And dont ever call again I want seven undone days A revolt of my force inside