So many love songs talk about the spring
Our love honey is a seasonal thing
Even if the storm dies out in June
You can bet by October it’s a
raging monsoon

Our love is so seasonal, not unreasonable
Just so seasonal baby
Some loves die and never come back
Our love is a cyclical pact
Our love is so seasonal

Everything beautiful has to die
Why do you think so many people
love to cry
People invent the most outrageous excuses
I’d rather feel sad than to
feel so useless

Some loves drive right off the track
Our love stalls, but it always comes back

When leaves die
So do I

So many songs say “our love will
never die”
I refuse to live such a silly little lie
Even if our love appears to go flat
Autumn comes and the wind will
bring us back