Seasons Don't Fear The Reaper, We Can Be Like They Are
Freedom - so seldom achieved But we managed to build our safeplace,
Our haven where each dogday made the pieces fall in place Where forever seemed like yesterday and our souls were set ablaze
Sensing our vast fault, we were left appaled With nothing to boast of but dead memories Shredding our past trust, we were split apart With nothing to say but goodbye
These scratchings on our walls will remain And if anyone would see them, they would know That we lived the lives of spiders Cobbling webs to fill the gaps