Drew Dillon - Season

The Conscience clause dissolves away
But surely lurks to rear it's head someday
The days would come and nights would go
And months would call a year or so
Things hit harder in winter months I've found
And again the year turns round

New Year's no use to me now the tree's torn down
Spring's done all it can to the edge of this town
Seasons knock at my door there's Summer sun in my sky
Fall ain't no use at all as the time goes by

And these, the words I offer as I'm pulled around the sun
I count in love and loss and then a year is gone it's done
I walk the streets, this season hits deep
Winter's found
It comes around
It comes around

Written by:
Drew Dillon

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find