Seasons (Live at Ancienne Belgique)

作曲 : Christopher Cornell
作词 : Christopher Cornell
Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
And the mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed
And I'm lost, behind
And the words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by
Now I want to fly across the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
The naked floor reminds me
Oh, the naked floor reminds me
That I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by
If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away?
If I should be beside myself
And not even way
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by
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