Changing Of The Seasons
He falls asleep on her chestThe best sleep heґd ever metNevertheless he dreams of some strangeґs caressSo he awakes and he knowsMaybe someone else is supposedTo meet his hazy anticipating eyes
He draws the curtains asideUnfolding the first morning lightHe glances at his disenchanted life
Restlessness is me, you seeIt's hard to be safeIt's difficult to be happy
It's the changing of the seasonsHe says "I need them"I guess I'm too ScandinavianThe relief of springIntoxication of summer rainThe clearness of fallHow winter makes me reconsider it all
Restlessness is me, you seeIt's hard to be safeIt's difficult to be happy
And then she awakesReaches for the embraceHe decides notTo worry about seasons again