The Earth swings away from winter tonight
drops those tiny kisses on our foreheads
and loosens up the rust from our frozen toes
It’s just a lumbering beast that we’re stuck
on the back of, we can’t abide the passing of seasons
without his true and harmonious self
We just play the same record each time it comes around
turn it up full blast in the good parts, wander
back to the cave when it slips
I know I was here before, but I can’t see any evidence
I really only showed up for the sex and the music and
everything else has been a bonus