Season shift

Will always remember how you got serious in December
Lonely in July, though you wouldn’t tell me why
It might have been easier just to call me but you preferred to cry

And just like the seasons shift you’d always change your mind
We kept on moving forward until I got left behind
It might have been easier just to leave me, but you gave me one more try
Said it’s fine by me

When we reached our final year, you said you’d had еnough
I got no more need for this my dear and no more need for lovе
It might have been easier to believe you but I knew that was a lie
Though it was fine by me

Now that we’re both moving on and finding our own way, you wish that you could call me at least once or twice a day
It might not be easy to forget me but for me this is goodbye
And that’s fine by me

Are you knocking upon heaven’s door or the blood-soaked gates of hell?
No one knows for sure, except for God but he won’t tell
It might be easier for a sinner but you’re no catcher in the rye
It might be easier for a saint though without a halo you won’t fly

Lord, Lord, Lord would you please set us free?
If not inside our rotting graves forever we shall be
All that’s left of you right next to all that’s left of me