This year is old like a dying father   Whose will is out of spite   We pile into separate agendas    With the songs of defeat    Playing in our minds      For you I give and give away   My unhappiness in color   For your abandoned heart to see them   To bloom into your world      Binded to your perfect lands   To live like somber cattle    And we're gathered as seeds   To sprout mid Sahara    For who for what?   For who for what?   (For who for what)      For you I give and give away   My unhappiness in color   For your abandoned heart to see them   To bloom into your world   For you I give and give away   My unhappiness in color   For your abandoned heart to see them   To bloom into your world.