John Murphy - Season Song - Текст песни

The unfolding of the year
And now our season is here
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here

In our perfect present tense
Through our wide rose tinted lens
When the words have all been spent
Will we still have that lens

Through the window see that place
Like the fondest sweet embrace
For a moment face to face
In the sweetest embrace

The unfolding of the year
And now our season is here
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here
Now that our time is here