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
