Young Statues Your Seasons Stay The Same
Hey, thought of you today
Full of nothing but good things to say
You can call it a sin to feel this way again
But I won’t live scared until the day that I’m dead
You’ll be just as sad as you are, in a sunnier state
If I was away, I’d call in to say
The sun doesn’t shine like it did in our days
But you went out seeking some new kind of meaning
Your body won’t change if the seasons they all stay the same
