Changing of the Seasons (Sketches Version)

He falls asleep on her chest

The best sleep he´d ever met

Nevertheless he dreams of some stranger´s caress

So he awakes and he knows

Maybe someone else is supposed

To meet his hazy anticipating eyes

He draws the curtains aside

Unfolding the first morning light

He glances at his disenchanted life

Restlessness is me, you see

It´s hard to be safe

It´s difficult to be happy

It´s the changing of the seasons

He says ”I need them”

I guess I'm too Scandinavian

The relief of spring

Intoxication of summer rain

The clearness of fall

How winter makes me reconsider it all

Restlessness is me, you see

It´s hard to be safe

It´s difficult to be happy

And then she awakes

Reaches for the embrace

He decides not

To worry about seasons again