Natalia Grace - seasons

It's November, 82 degrees, Cool under the trees, If they had their leaves,
You look older Grown a couple feet, Fell in love insane, Happier I see
I know this is just what happens when you grow old
You could try to stop it or just let go, Let the fever run its course
And I know going through the process it can feel slow
Like disappointment's got you in a choke hold
But season's coming four, season's coming four

Soon it's April, flowers getting wet, Raindrops on my head, things I left unsaid
I remember the first day we met, Words that I regret, I try to forget
I know this is just what happens when you grow old
You could try to stop it or just let go, Let the fever run its course
And I know going through the process it can feel slow
Like disappointment's got you in a choke hold
But season's coming four, season's coming four

Written by:
Natalia Navarro

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find