winter

You think it grows on trees

but it doesn’t

You think you can pick as you please

but you can’t

Because when you return it’ll be winter

and when you return the fruit will be dead

and when you return the ground will be frozen

and when you return you’ll see what you had

If you think it will grow twice

well you are wrong

and if you recall all that was so nice

I swear that you will feel the loss

Because when you return it’ll be winter

and when you return the fruit will be dead

and when you return the ground will be frozen

and when you return you’ll see what you had

One day you’ll think about the seeds and you’ll wish you’d stuck around to see

all that climbed up from the soil you so carefully spread

all around, all around, all around me

One day you’ll think all about the seeds you laid down and you’ll wish you’d stuck around to see

all that climbed up from the soil you so carefully spread

all around, all around, all around me

All around me, why can’t you see?

Because when you return it’ll be winter

and when you return the fruit will be dead

and when you return the ground will be frozen

and when you return you’ll see what we had

You think it grows on trees

but it doesn’t

You think you can pick as you please

but you can’t

You think it grows on trees

but it doesn’t

You think you can pick as you please

but you can’t