pain is what we recognize. In time, We're not the same, growing came, try to maintain even plain. There's a rhyme for every reason, a time for every season
writhing tides We are the newborn children Stained not with blood of Christ To ancient decorum humanity slaves Mankinds witness the end of their race Winds claim their season and seas
Night falls and the day breaks Cycle through the seasons but you'll only find the future In the nightfall There's midnight inside morning's song but
The fallen leaps are withered The cycle of the seasons takes its turn The northwinds blowin' over the land The heart of spring is waiting to return And
between the motions before you breathe, I'll see the reasons why we work in certain seasons. I thought I was done with this. These circles and cycles
So I'm down and so I'm out But so are many others So I feel like tryin' to hide My head 'neath these covers Life is like the seasons After winter comes
by like autumn leaves, only to stay for a season my heart dead to the smallest act of compassion it gave them no reason to break the cycle of the passers
gaining so a grade or two will aid your start and though it seems as though I always knew came to the fore and spoke your part it's out of season you
the car! Going in circles, it's a vicious cycle This is a crash course, this ain't high school Wake up, Muttley, you're dreamin' again Your own reality show, the season
were through The blossoms came and they brought you Clouds left the sky And I knew the reason why They made way for you and the blossom. The seasons cycle
say, ?I don't know? All your brooks they speak of peace But, murder and death seem to be the only things you want done Must be something out of Kafka's dreams A never ending cycle
without and the demons that surely lurk within "Don't look for a rhyme or a reason to the story Now is not the time, the season, no glory Don't look
death and scornfulness a flame inside ignited by equinox this is the season of dying when the leaves turn crimson it marks the cycles ending and time
float Mesmerized by an harmonious note Which are leaping from a string within I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin The cycle of symmetry,
build your walls for me to climb A billion walls for me to climb You build your walls for me to climb Travels the very nature we'll live in Seasons to cycles
charge Blessings made at a house in the distance An unworthy authority looking to find a worthy culprit Accounting lost, stranded hindsight, words were not enough Repeat the cycle
lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt In the youth its just blowing in the wind And ya see the truth and they throw you in a spin Its a vicious cycle
1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season