If they dropped the bomb

Would you love me then

If I was wrong

Would it be okay?

Well I can see the holes in everyone

A change of season

And if I found a way

To make ammends

Would you say I was too late?

Well I can find the holes in anyone

A change of season

A change of season

I feel like I'm losing for money

I feel like I'm losing for free

I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be

I feel like we're drinking and driving

I feel like we're runnig into walls

I feel like swimming in your apathy

You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls

If they made me crawl

Would you love me then

If I was small

Would it be okay?

Well I can see the need in everyone

A change of season

A change of season