Dreams From Gin Seasons
I'm losing my mind
To some sort of
Instinctive uncertainty
Can you find yourself through it all
With just culture and integrity?
I just woke up
Behind the wheel
In a town I've never seen before
My mileage in Greece
Forecast is gray
and I'm just somewhere inbetween
I wouldn't wanna be
besides me
How can you trust anyone
when we all change with the seasons?
A flip of the coin
decides the end
to this routine open conversation
I'm cut and I'm dry
When I'm without information, inspiration
Only time will tell who I am
Only time will tell who I'll be
Only time will tell who I am
Only time will tell
I would not wanna be
beside me
How can you trust anything
when we all change with the seasons?
