Science Of The Seasons - The Russian Futurists

We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures

Amassed the past in archaic computers

Come join the ranks in our data banks

It’s a life without thanks

Remember that night i drank and you cried?

And on your bed all night’s where we lied

I stayed awake, you fell asleep

On tear soaked sheets

And we’re so new and young like science

Full of ideas and naive defiance

We’ll lose it all with each passing fall

As our wake up call

We’ll stare straight up and wonder why the

Sky is blue;

it reflects the sea

We’ll all be sayin' 'science explained

Our lives again'

And we’re always sayin'

Science explained

Our lives again

That’s the science of the seasons

We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures

Amassed the past in archaic computers

Come join the ranks in our data banks

It’s a life without thanks

We’ll travel countries and sit beneath palm trees

And feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze

Let’s take a trip;

let’s go to spain

By all night train

Or across the sea in ocean liners

To opium dens in asia minor

We’ll spend our days wasting our pay on

Wasting away

We’ll stare straight up and wonder why the

Sky is blue;

it reflects the sea

We’ll all be sayin' 'science explained

Our lives again'

And we’re always sayin'

Science explained

Our lives again

That’s the science of the seasons