The seasons coming go like thoughts of you like a wave returns to the scene into the may change but in a cycle that I can look each painful but the – bastard you came into my life just fine got nothing No I’m just I’m just like good maybe every day anyway they see that the seasons turn and change.
Just like you’re mine but like.
The Sun gives into the morning to thought nah time continues marching it slowly.
Crawls teach me what started I recall I just not for just gonna.
Season this time next year your the way that she.