Song | Seasons of Age |
Artist | Voyager |
Album | V |
Still October | |
And green light flickers on the minds of many waiting to arise | |
Still November | |
And yellow lights arise out of the ashes of a mystery | |
Still December | |
And once again a fading hour leads them to believe in me | |
Now, when we look back at our history | |
Our acts/omissions a mystery | |
A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time | |
It’s with us winter and autumn time | |
And some of us in the summertime | |
In the seasons of age | |
In the seasons of age | |
And we wither and it winters again | |
And it’s always the same | |
And it’s always the same | |
Trenches deeper and another one appears | |
On the faces of those that are near | |
Now, when we look back at our history | |
Our acts/omissions a mystery | |
A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time | |
It’s with us winter and autumn time |
Still October | |
And green light flickers on the minds of many waiting to arise | |
Still November | |
And yellow lights arise out of the ashes of a mystery | |
Still December | |
And once again a fading hour leads them to believe in me | |
Now, when we look back at our history | |
Our acts omissions a mystery | |
A little peace of mind that' s with us all the time | |
It' s with us winter and autumn time | |
And some of us in the summertime | |
In the seasons of age | |
In the seasons of age | |
And we wither and it winters again | |
And it' s always the same | |
And it' s always the same | |
Trenches deeper and another one appears | |
On the faces of those that are near | |
Now, when we look back at our history | |
Our acts omissions a mystery | |
A little peace of mind that' s with us all the time | |
It' s with us winter and autumn time |