You can hear your mama crying as you’re running through the trees
Summer is exploding ’round you, there’s jasmine on the breeze
But the season’s kinda twisted, you don’t know what she needs
It’s like she thinks it’s autumn and she’s sowing tears like seeds.
This world is just so obvious, all the leaves are green
Insects dance through shafts of light and smash against the screens
And some tears hit the thirsty earth to help the things that grow
Whilst others fall like bitterness amongst the autumn stones.
Summer is the season, the season without stones
In winter they split beneath the earth, in spring they shine like bones
In autumn they lie hidden for harvest blades to find
Or broken down by years of tears they turn to soil in time.
And it isn’t that she doesn’t love you, she just thinks she know the way
That you should live in summer, before autumn comes to stay
And somewhere, in some other place, she’s wrapped inside her need
Thinking that it’s autumn and sowing tears like seeds.
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