Seasons

Written by chris cornell

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been my answer
Dreams have never been my bed

Now I wanna cry about the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And this naked floor is cold as you
This naked floor remains

Chorus
And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Bridge

Would you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
I might even stay