It's Spring
Project Pitchfork
Kaskade (2005)

Spirit is like a finger in the paint of life
I'm writing something at your door
You have to come out to read what was written
At your door stands a person who looks like you
No sign
No letter
No message
Movement is a color and time a shape

To focus on
It needs time
To leave the own creation
Is a way to feel about sentences
Placed in your heart
Accepted as a law
To break your will
To give a choice

Which paint you use?

To color the world

From outside the house

Of black and white nightmares
Planted long ago by the ones
Without a home in their hearts
They never read the message
Written on their doors
They never crossed the threshold
So the world outside is yours!

I'm writing something at your door
You have to come out to read what was written
At your door stands a person who looks like you
To focus on
It needs time
To leave the own creation
Planted long ago by the ones
Without a home in their hearts
And they never read the message
Written on their doors
They never crossed the threshold
So the world outside is yours!