season song.

Falling from mothers talons I feel deseased.

 Anxiety is taking control,the time is at hand.

time for the uneased.

tied up with a dead loose man.

 

he once hung from the gallows of his shame

he cried to the sun in longing and taunt

he was chased and found by his lost pain.

was only love that he would only want.

 

I now know what has come of this season.

to bring high tide and sick treason.

tell you something,have you ever danced with a dead man?

 

writers block,panting walks.

summer talks,he cut down the bean stalk.

all I want is a little descision.

and all you need from me is a little permission yeah.

since when baby,have you opened your eyes yet?

when was the last time you watched the sun set?

you have no mortal desires.

 I wana feel some of that fire.

 

halting at the door i feel unharmed.

it was written on the paper.

love and desire is all that i farm.

come back again later.

 

finally i thought to myself.

have you not realized that all this is a test.

sat me down like a broken toy on a shelf.

atleast i did my best.

 

I know now that the season's calling.

still yet i am falling.

tell you something,its hard stuff dancing with a dead man.

 

Watching flocks,building blocks.

shoestring socks,humanity shocks me.

all you want is a little descision.

And all I want is a little permission yeah.

since when baby have you opened your eyes yet?

Since when was the last time you watched the sun set?

You have no mortal desires.

so you light them all afire yeah.