chris cornell
seasons
Summer nights and long warm days Are stolen as the old moon falls My mirror shows another face Another place to hide it all Another place to hide it all And I'm lost, behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by Sleeping with a full moon blanket Sand and feathers for my head Dreams have never been the answer And dreams have never made my bed Dreams have never made my bed And I'm lost, behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by When I wanna fly above the storm But you can't grow feathers in the rain And the naked floor is cold as hell This naked floor reminds me Oh the naked floor reminds me And I'm lost, behind Words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by If I should be short on words And long on things to say Could you crawl into my world And take me worlds away Should I be beside myself And never even stay And I'm lost behind Words I'll never find And I'm left behind As the seasons roll on by