n this quiet afternoon our bodies barely move
afraid of losing touch afraid of losing you
hoping to see
atonement in your smile
absolution to this crime
of disillusionment
and I look into the void
standing on the edge of my life
nothing leads to nothing here
the seasons just change
in this quiet afternoon as our bodies barely move
I hold you in my arms
afraid of losing touch afraid of losing you
no sweet delusions no hiding place in dreams
the excitement slowly pales
in the cold light of day
and I stare at the scenery
into the bowels of uselessness and grief
nothing leads to nothing here
the seasons just change
and I look into the void
standing on the edge of my life
nothing leads to nothing here
the seasons just change
my sweetest one
please understand
I'm not a dreary man
just out of touch
and somewhat crushed
under circumstances
there was a time
when I held my heart
and showed it eagerly
but very soon
I realized
that it's a shame
and disability
and now I look into the void
into the bowels of uselessness and grief
nothing leads to nothing here
the seasons just change
and I stare at the scenery
the scenery's implying me to leave
but nothing leads to nothing here
nothing leads to nothing here
nothing feels nothing
nothing feels nothing here
iIn this quiet afternoon
I hold you in my arms hoping to see
atonement in your smile
absolution to the crime
but nothing leads to nothing here
the seasons just change
