A SEASON WITH YOU
It was a time of great harvest
And i was like a ship without a sail
A train without the rail
...
A strange unfamiliarity in the shoes that sole my feet
I can feel my feet but unaware where they are - stranger tides.
The great day of darkness comes
Glorious sadness looms
...
A Season With You
A SEASON WITH YOU
It was a time of great harvest
And i was like a ship without a sail
A train without the rail
Till you came way
Cutting through me like hot knife through
Butter
I felt you coursing through my veins
Like liquid electricity
A perfect melody without a beat
Ordinarily incomplete
I am a worthless initiate
I forget everything I think I know at your feet.
Sam-Richards Salahudin Amir©