I cant put my finger on it Something bout today is haunted I dont want to speak against it But the wind dont lie Im all about a happy future But breathing now feels like torture So, reminisce the smell of orchards The past dont lie Chorus The air back then was very good Grandpas lungs, they understood The forest floor and fatherhood Made the air then very good I dont want to start a battle Lets be honest, were all rattled The breeze it blew with fire and scandal And the wind dont lie I promise that the flags unfolded The surface of the lake was scurried The calendar has many stories And the past dont lie
lie, fatherhood, scurried, unfolded, scandal