You are my seasonal sickness.
I'm in a battle but babe I won't win this.
As I lay here, I'm an eyewitness.
To the passing time it is finished.

At least to me, it's just the way that it seems, I get left out, so I'll just leave.
No matter, what the problem is.
I will Clearly be the cause of it.

Sitting in the gutter,
The cold makes me shudder.
It was the last day of winter when I realized I missed her.

After a couple years I'll forget about all these tears.
At least I hope that is the case I'm ready to just fly away.
To somewhere I have never been, to take in things I've never seen.
Sometimes it's still tough to breath.
I had gotten attached to your company.

Sailors sing about the waves
Tailors put things on display,
But my mind it is still on you,
I'll never believe we are through.