long live the springtime with her perfumed but poisonous powers she murders the winter that's loved in then she throws on a wreath of her flowers but the spring's not complete if the flowers aren't as sweet as the dead pets we've buried in the yard
so wave goodbye aye aye from the window close the curtains sit down play a big blue guitar
now show me the springtime with her new book of rules for my trust I'll break them the moment I've read them then I'll beg for the spring to be just but I just can't compete with the wind in the street and it's blowing crazy blossom round the cars
so wave goodbye aye aye from the window close the curtains sit down play a big blue guitar
and let us drink to the telephone and the line that disappears down my street I remember it used to lead to somewhere but today it just doesn't reach and the wind can be a bitch down the avenues in spring I watch you blown away so free so free