It's Spring Lyrics - Project Pitchfork

Spirit is like a finger in the paint of life 

I'm writing something at your door 

You have to come out to read what was written 

At your door stands a person who looks like you 

No sign - no letter - no message 

Movement is a color and time a shape 

To focus on - it needs time 

To leave the own creation 

Is a way to feel about sentences 

Placed in your heart 

Accepted as a law 

To break your will - to give a choice 

Which paint to use - which paint you use 

To color the world 

From outside the house 

Of black and white nightmares 

Planted long ago by the ones 

Without a home in their hearts 

They never read the message 

Written on their doors 

They never crossed the threshold 

So the world outside is yours! 

I'm writing something at your door 

You have to come out to read what was written 

At your door stands a person who looks like you 

To focus on - it needs time 

To leave the own creation 

Planted long ago by the ones 

Without a home in their hearts 

And they never read the message 

Written on their doors 

They never crossed the threshold 

So the world outside is yours!