it’s that time of year
resolve all your futures from here
but when the spring comes round
what matters what we fear?
it’s that time of year
summer is beauty from here
but O the cold of winter
it sucks my life away
when summer comes around
my body’s soured away
it’s that time of year
winter is beauty from here
but O the heat of summer
it saps my strength away
when winter comes around
there’s nothing but decay
it’s some time of year
is there beauty here?
though I’ve got the fear
is there some beauty here?