Siobhan Langaas - Seasons Lyrics

Time after time again
Seasons prove not to be friends
They fight over the limelight
So fast it makes time fly
I blink and it's Christmas again
I'm trying to pretend
I don't miss that rundown car I grew up driving in
But the sight of that color
With the whale on the bumper
I turn sixteen again
I'll talk about that job I got
In the fifth-grade empty parking lot
Selling lemonade 'til the big sun went to sleep
My best friend's house ain't familiar now
And the lemonade stand hit the ground
How I wish I could hit repeat
And I'm not so sure
Of the names of the streets
But this meal on my plate
Looks too good to eat
And this building and bedroom
Packed full of my treasures
You'd think the nostalgia would make me feel better
But the memories of her
As she shows all her teeth
I can't bear to watch
As she turns into me
Can I tell her or warn her
The best days lay right at her feet
I'm not so sure
Of the names of the streets
But this meal on my plate
Looks too good to eat
And this building and bedroom
Packed full of my treasures
You'd think the nostalgia would make me feel better
The memories of her
As she shows all her teeth
I can't bear to watch
As she turns into me
Can I tell her or warn her
The best days lay right at her feet