Season & Time

Singing is just talking

To a tune

It's trying to convey something desperately

To communicate

With the added use of futile music

I'm pretty sure you never understood a word I said

Still I'm pinning all my sentences

On melodies instead

This one struggles with structure

It wanders in its rhyme and its reason

They never got me nowhere

In my season & time

Love me like you would to war

Leave me if you don't

'Cause I'm tired of talking

And I'm running out of notes

Blue sky in the morning

Birds fly along the shoreline

Beautiful pictures

Captured in her eye

So love me like you would to war

Leave me on the line

Where I'll sing beautiful pictures

Of my season & time