Change Of Season

If they dropped the bomb

Would you love me then

If I was wrong

Would it be okay

Well I can see holes in everyone

A change of season

If I found a way

To make amends

Would you say I was too late

Well I can find

The holes on anyone

A change of season

A change of season

I feel like I'm losing for money

I feel like I'm losing for free

I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be

I feel like we're drinking and driving

I feel like we're running into walls

I feel like swimming in your apathy

You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls

If they made me crawl

Would you love me then

If I was small

Would it be okay

Well I can see

The need in everyone

A change of season

A change of season

I feel like I'm losing for money

I feel like I'm losing for free

I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be

I feel like we're drinking and driving

I feel like we're running into walls

I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody

For miles and miles, miles

I feel like somebody's missing

I feel like somebody's missing

I think somebody's missing