It's hard to be safe
He glances at his disenchanted life
Restlessness is me, you see
How winter makes me reconsider it all
Reaches for the embrace
Then she awakes
Intoxication of summer rain, the clearness of fall
Restlessness is me, you see
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes
It's difficult to be happy
He draws the curtains aside
He says I need them
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
He dreams of some strangers caress
I guess I'm too Scandinavian
The relief of spring
Unfolding the first morning light
It's the changing of the seasons
He awakes and he knows
Maybe someone else is supposed