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Harmonizing with helicopters,
tending an empty nest.
Wondering what to pray for would be best.
Trying to stay detached from the future that I don't know.
What will the forecast be? I hope it's not snow.

Harmonizing with helicopters,
living a life surreal.
Doesn't mean you can count upon the real deal.
Harmonizing with helicopters
scorpions sting my soul.
Paralyzed here in limbo land without control.

And I feel like something must've gone so wrong.
As I see that it just makes no sense.
Should I wait then, for a while?
Just pass the time find peace of mind,
and realize: it's no coincidence.

Leaving the land of helicopters.
It's in the rearview mirror.
It could be for a day, a week or for years.
Trying to stay detached
from the future that I don't know.
What will the forecast be?
I hope it's not snow,
I hope it's not snow.
Oh! I hope it's not snow.