THE EX-CHANGE
Till the north becomes south,
Till the rain becomes ice,
Leaves fall and goats feed,
Shoes worn to warm the soles,
A stranger becomes a familiar,
Brothers grow apart bonding with others;
So, it's a game of rolling dice,
Sometimes six, sometimes six...
Till the rain becomes ice,
Leaves fall and goats feed,
Shoes worn to warm the soles,
A stranger becomes a familiar,
Brothers grow apart bonding with others;
So, it's a game of rolling dice,
Sometimes six, sometimes six...