Seasons (Live at Ancienne Belgique) Tamino

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
And the 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
No, dreams have never made my bed

And I'm lost, behind
And the words I’ll never find
And I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by

Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
The naked floor reminds me
Oh, the naked floor reminds me
Yeah