And you're all warmed up
Bur there's no getting out of the cold
Keep on telling me I won't be told
That there's anything right to desire

Still
Still sick from the flood
My dreams stick in the mud
The season is over
Soon we will fly

But I can't help thinking
There's nothing that we'll ever hold
What we've bought isn't easily sold
And you'll bend but you're not going to fold
Like there's anything right to desire
I'm not long for this world

Season is over
Beginning again

And you're all warmed up
But there's no getting out of the cold
Keep on telling me I won't be told
That there's anything right to desire
I'm not long for this world filled with fire
I can't help thinking
There's nothing that we'll ever hold
You can bend but you're not going to fold
Like there's anything right to desire
Season is over

Time never coming to an end
Time never coming to an end...

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