Long long time ago
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived an old and aging man who lost his friend
He carried by his side all the things he had in life
Left all the things that troubled him behind
And he was once in a desperate need for attention
And so much more
Living his life with the question of conception
There is no more
No more feeling sorry and no more getting mad
Yeah, right, you got the answer
Through the year's he came to know, sometimes its better to let it go
And never look back no matter what they said
And then the ones he learnt to ignore, the ones who always asked for more
Secretly respect the life that he led
And he was once in a desperate need for attention
And so much more
Living his life with the question of conception
There is no more
No more feeling sorry and no more getting mad
Yeah, right, you got the answer
And he was once in a desperate need for attention
And so much more
Living his life with the question of conception
There is no more
No more feeling sorry and no more getting mad
Yeah, right, you got the answer
