When the season lies
it's up to you to go and try
to see a straighter way
to a richer better day
it feels as if you were betrayed
then look somewhere else
or go look within yourself
go into a trance
see the leaves and flowers dance
the fear and dread of death
is like the fear of life
ideals and blind romance
are like the fear of life
When your lover leaves
it may just mean you were naive
you cheat and cheat yourself
and so you're left upon the shelf
when the urge fades
you go and leave the bed unmade
and you drink too much
tell yourself you're out of touch
refr.
1990
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