Seasons - Chris Cornell

Summer nights and long warm days

Are stolen as the old moon falls

And My mirror shows another face

Another place to hide it all

Another place to hide it all

And I’m lost, behind

The words I’ll never find

And I’m left behind

As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket

Sand and feathers for my head

Dreams have never been the answer

And dreams have never made my bed

Dreams have never made my bed

And I’m lost, behind

The words I’ll never find

And I’m left behind

As seasons roll on by

Now I want to fly above the storm

But you can’t grow feathers in the rain

And the naked floor is cold as hell

The naked floor reminds me

Oh the naked floor reminds me

That I’m lost, behind

The words I’ll never find

And I’m left behind

As the seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words

And long on things to say

Could you crawl into my world

And take me worlds away

Should I be beside myself

And not even stay

And I’m lost, behind

The Words I’ll never find

And I’m left behind

As seasons roll on by, yeah yeah