i wanted to be ready   an elegant view   and my cold heart is steady   we feel nothing new   i wanted to be ready   and elegant buffoon   and my cold heart is steady   we feel nothing wrong   cause you are ready   my hard-hearted son   and summer is fleeting   you feel nothing wrong   you sing for the salt   the earth provides   you're a wreath of the rings   in your insides   your heart is a bloom   and i can stand   we reach for the salt   in everyman   and i'm a powerful ring of earth and fire   your heart is a burst of my desire   i could talk for your wolves   i'd top them all   if we see the eyes in which you call