Woorden: Quix*o*tic. The Seasons Are The Reasons.

the seasons are the reasons you came
you are the one who made them change
you came looking for a warm escape
and froze the hell out of this place
and now the air here is cold and wet
the leaves have fallen off the trees
and you have left again to try to find somewhere else to freeze
you only listen to the radio
and all the little lights will blink
it's cold out side and warm in here
i see what you think
the seasons are the reasons why you came
but know you're gone and i am pleased to see this season isn't lasting long
and i feel the rising of degrees