Seasons And Reasons

v.

never ask me that question again
for it reminds me nothing but pain
memories and history, trickin' vain
sure fun can't bring my brain sane;
this truth and lies and trip and slice
I, on our old book, am now not hypnotized
genuine jaunt of four figures fly
disposition of your dock now does dry.

the old sound home we share alone
creeps the sips of our lovely sole
beating the core of our evening moan
executing then our connected soul.

— the question you once asked