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