Seasons

You landed first You were persistent But then you fell off Now it's non existent If Spring is birth Summer's existence Fall is death Winter is distance Your image burst It was consistent With the sins of love And moral enrichment If Spring is birth Summer's the reaping Fall must be death Winter is for weeping Ooh Wa Ooh Wa Ooh Wawawa Ooh Wawawa Ooh You want the truth? You can't handle it You can't handle it! (Can't handle it!) Can't handle it! Oh yeah it hurts The best things do When you heal from them and then you learn the truth Time moves along It doesn't stop But we all race Like we'll beat the clock I took a jog On the trial run My back to the fog Face to the sun Ooh Wa Ooh Wa Ooh Wawawa Ooh Wawawa Ooh