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