maybe it’s just the changing of seasons
perhaps we don’t listen to reason
we were just naïve, not heathens
here we are facing your demons
while the wicked are peacefully dreamin
our hearts are broken and bleedin
while our tears are endlessly streamin 
you left us out to spoil
reaping all kinds of turmoil 
maybe it’s just the changing of seasons
perhaps we don’t listen to reason
we were we were just naïve, not heathens
here we are facing your demons
while the wicked are peacefully dreamin