Seasons

Written by chris cornell



Summer nights and long warm days

Are stolen as the old moon falls

My mirror shows another face

Another place to hide it all



Sleeping with a full moon blanket

Sand and feathers for my head

Dreams have never been my answer

Dreams have never been my bed



Now I wanna cry about the storm

But you can't grow feathers in the rain

And this naked floor is cold as you

This naked floor remains



Chorus

And I'm lost, behind

The words I'll never find

And I'm left behind

As seasons roll on by



Bridge



Would you crawl into my world

And take me worlds away

Should I be beside myself

I might even stay