Bellows Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
You saw me as the purest form
Naked against the window pane
I cannot see you tonight
I saw you in black and white film
Naked against the wallpaper
I could not unsee that shot
And I would like to see you tonight
Through spring, summer, autumn into winter
I can see how time has passed
I haven't been myself
Bleak obsessions, bully dogs in dresses
When you don't pick up the phone I make up what you said
I want to hold your thought
Every last edge of what I want to think you are
It's just what you're not
Saw you in black and white
Naked against the backdrop of a thought that I had long kept inside
Through spring, summer, autumn into winter
I can see how time has passed
I haven't been myself
Bleak obsessions, bully dogs in dresses
When you don't pick up the phone I make up what you said
Spring, summer, autumn into winter
I'm not comfortable at home
Or relaxed around my friends
A weird ending, bully dogs and weddings
There is beauty in the form, purity and warmth