| Winter (1987) You love the summer You all love the summer I can't handle it I love the winter You love the summer You all love the summer I can't handle it I love the winter Your eyes feast on the burning bodies Your toes slither through the sun-bleached sand Your tongue tastes the ancient visions Your sandcastles are infinitely washed away Let go Let go of your false identity Let go of your nom de plume Let go of your stage name Let go and walk to the ocean Walk to the sea Walk to the ocean Walk to the sea Walk to the ocean Walk to the sea And let go Taste the falling snow Dance in a flurry Weep tears of ice Sing to the wind Let go and sleep in a drift This is my season This is my season Sing, this is my season This is my season You love the summer... |