Changing of the Seasons

Reaches for the embrace

It's difficult to be happy
Intoxication of summer rain, the clearness of fall
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes
How winter makes me reconsider it all
It's difficult to be happy
It's the changing of the seasons

Then she awakes
The relief of spring

Restlessness is me, you see

Unfolding the first morning light
I guess I'm too Scandinavian

Maybe someone else is supposed
It's hard to be safe
He glances at his disenchanted life
He draws the curtains aside
Restlessness is me, you see
He awakes and he knows
It's hard to be safe
He says I need them
He dreams of some strangers caress