And I thought my lungs would be grateful
For a breath of fresh air
You can start a brand new day
But the past is always there
The Seasons
They come and go
Up in smoke
New reasons to give to my denial
Of life's fleeting moments of pleasure
Egos kept in check by a sundial
Turning over in your head
Oh I thought that I would be so grateful
Yes I thought that I could save you
Oh I thought that I would be so grateful
For that breath of intoxication
The seasons, they come and go
Up in smoke