Change of Season

If they dropped the bomb
Would you love me then
If I was wrong
Would it be okay?
Well I can see the holes in everyone
A change of season
And if I found a way
To make ammends
Would you say I was too late?
Well I can find the holes in anyone
A change of season
A change of season
I feel like I’m losing for money
I feel like I’m losing for free
I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
I feel like we’re drinking and driving
I feel like we’re runnig into walls
I feel like swimming in your apathy
You know I’d love to be your conscience when it calls
If they made me crawl
Would you love me then
If I was small
Would it be okay?
Well I can see the need in everyone
A change of season
A change of season