12.11.2002 | 1:02 p.m.
mirrors perfectly.

I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town/It hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer down/When the sun turns traitor cold and all the trees are shivering in a naked row/I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go/I get the urge for going/When the meadow grass is turning brown/Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in.

I had me a man in summertime/He had summer-colored skin/And not another girl in town/My darling's heart could win/But when the leaves fell on the ground/Bully winds came around, pushed them face down in the snow.

He got the urge for going/And I had to let him go/He got the urge for going/When the meadow grass was turning brown/Summertime was falling down and winter was closing in.

Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout/And all that stays is dying and all that lives is camping out/See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow

They got the urge for going/And they got the wings so they can go/They get the urge for going/When the meadow grass is turning brown/Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in...

deja vu? | jamais vu?