Seasons - Ian Mcculloch

Running out of time

It’s half past yours and mine

Forgetting more than we remember

Still trying to find things we left behind in Januarys to Decembers

Here we are running through the seasons

Here we are as day turns into night

Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives

How can we be sure what’s really mine and yours?

Wooden hearts have turned to splinters

We just go to ground

And as the world turns 'round, Spring to Summer, Fall to Winter

Here we are running through the seasons

Here we are as day turns into night

Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives

Waiting up ahead night skies turning red

Too far out to hear the warning

As the day falls black there’s no turning back

Sailing half-mast through the morning

Here we are running through the seasons

Here we are as day turns into night

Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives