I remember a time outside of this despair What a shame it is, the time lies nowhere near. Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints Staring at a wall and all I see is the end Anastasia, do you see it too? The Dying world I dreamed up for you. I’m at the bottom of the lake where I made my bed No tide to wash the shoreline red I’m at the bottom of the lake we can all go down Is it such a sin to watch yourself drown? I remember a time outside of this despair What a shame it is, the time lies nowhere near Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints Seasons grow long and refuse to change and I disdain this picture the weather paints I’m at the bottom of the lake where I made my bed No tide to wash the shoreline red I’m at the bottom of the lake we can all go down Is it such a sin to watch yourself drown?