Season Song

The unfolding of the year And now our season is here All the balances are clear Now that our time is here In our perfect present tense Through our wide rose-tinted lens When the words have all been spent Will we still have learnt it Through your window, see the place Like a fond and sweet embrace For a moment face to face In the sweetest embrace Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh The unfolding of the year And now our season is here All the balances are clear Now that our time is here Now that our time is here