Circle
JARKKO PETTERI STENROTH, JOOEL MARKUS SAKARI LAAKKONEN, MIKKO ELIAS PENNANEN
We used to live in
A hut made of leaves
I got my head
Full of ideas
Fallen from trees
Boy it was something
They grew and grew
Got my head bitten by the greed
It was the third time
Needle poked my eye
I was just a boy who didn't get his toys
Somewhere running around
I saw my faith on the ground
I wasn't ready for the talk
So I travelled to the sea
I lived in the shade
Afraid of the blade
That cuts away all the shame
Now I look at the boy
Who rides the waves
Still sees the shade
But a boy no more
We used to live in
A hut made of leaves
I got my head
Full of ideas
Fallen from trees
Boy it was something