Mario Malachi - Seasons Lyrics

How about this winter?
Been a hell of a season
Getting tired of the snow drifts
Can't wait to feel the sun
Tell me would you rather
Go searching for reason
Or construct your own
Metaphoric smoking gun?

Well I just wanna do what I wanna do
And I just wanna believe that I'm doing something new

How about this heat?
It's been quite a summer
Getting tired of my sweat
Can't wait to feel the cold
Tell me have you ever wished
To be a little number
Slip into the crowd
And quietly grow old?

Well I just wanna do exactly as I'm told
And I just wanna believe my heart is made of gold