| Seasons by Chris Cornell Summer nights and long warm days Are stolen as the old moon falls My mirror shows another face Another place to hide it all And I'm lost, behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by Sleeping with a full moon blanket Sand and feathers for my head Dreams have never been the answer Dreams have never made my bed And I'm lost, behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by Well, I want to fly above the storm But you can't grow feathers in the rain The naked floor is cold as hell 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 Should I be beside myself, and then not even stay And I'm lost behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by MORE |