Seasons
When your head explodes in four types of seasons,
you don't know which to decide
And your mind's been drowned in ten types of feelings,
you're wondering where you can hide.
You see the sun brings out all the foals,
yeah, where have you been my friend?
And you're calling out, you're feeling fine,
you've bought that ticket, take the ride!
And you're alright with hot sun
And you're alright with some rain
You feel it
You feed it
When the tv blinds your head and you stop wondering,
your dreams go down in the sand
And your mind won't stop if your heart can't leave it
you're wondering where you will end
And your calling out, you're feeling fine
You've bought that ticket, take the ride!
You're calling out, the time is now
You've bought that ticket, now buy the ride!
You are alright with hot sun
And you're alright with some rain
You feel it
You feed it
You're breaking all your feelings apart
You're breaking all those feelings apart
You feel it
You feed it
Writer/s: Bo Meskers, Christophe Brabanders, Mick van het Nederend, Willem Oostendorp
