Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter - Bellows

You saw me as the purest form

Naked against the window pane

I cannot see you tonight

I saw you in black and white film

Naked against the wallpaper

I could not unsee that shot

And I would like to see you tonight

Through spring, summer, autumn into winter

I can see how time has passed

I haven’t been myself

Bleak obsessions, bully dogs in dresses

When you don’t pick up the phone I make up what you said

I want to hold your thought

Every last edge of what I want to think you are

It’s just what you’re not

Saw you in black and white

Naked against the backdrop of a thought that I had long kept inside

Through spring, summer, autumn into winter

I can see how time has passed

I haven’t been myself

Bleak obsessions, bully dogs in dresses

When you don’t pick up the phone I make up what you said

Spring, summer, autumn into winter

I’m not comfortable at home

Or relaxed around my friends

A weird ending, bully dogs and weddings

There is beauty in the form, purity and warmth