Four Seasons - text
When I come home, it will be with
Someone else's blood on my shirt
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans
And I won't wanna talk about it
Someone else's blood on my shirt
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans
And I won't wanna talk about it
What you prise from 'tween my fingers
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue
A love life under two shadows
But you don't wanna talk about it
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue
A love life under two shadows
But you don't wanna talk about it
The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by
(I love you more than ever)
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
(I love you more than ever)
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
And when I lay you down we'll be beneath
(I love you more than ever)
Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
(I love you more than ever)
Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons...
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons in my head
Something verdant, something blooming
Something golden, something dead
Cut into uneven quarters
All four seasons...
As you bathe the stains from my skin
Only dirt is washed away
'Cause all the bad lays far more deep
Please, I don't wanna talk about it
Only dirt is washed away
'Cause all the bad lays far more deep
Please, I don't wanna talk about it
