Now that the 'K' is in place,
Where the 'C' used to be,
It seems that i'm ceasing to be,
In the season of the old me,
I wouldn't trade my place,
I got no reason to be,
Weathered and withering,
Like in the season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door,
Once you're outside you won't wanna hide anymore, Light the light on the front porch, Once it's on, You'll never wanna turn it off anymore, And now it's on, Now it's on ...
Now that the lake's in place,
Where the dead sea used to be,
It seems that i'm ceasing to be,
In the season of the old me
I wouldn't trade my place,
I got no reason to be,
Weathered and withering,
Like in the season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door,
Once you're outside you won't wanna hide anymore, Light the light on the front porch, Once it's on, You'll never wanna turn it off anymore, And now it's on ...
And now it's on ...
Now it's on...
Now it's on...
Now it's on...
Now it's on...
|