3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me

..And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it my memory:

...And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
(Shake it, fake it, stick with us)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

I am the seasons with colors of green and brown and red whistling by me

I am fall, spreading my message of continuous change

I am winter, embracing the transition and the cold and creating something beautiful

Allowing myself the opportunity to hibernate and fantasize for what is to come 

Sometimes I awake and find myself in a world I do not know

I see new life emerging from everywhere around me 

I am Spring, bumbling and blossoming with a new beginning

I am Summer, fiery with the fantasy of a thousand midsummer nights

Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer, never ending and ever changing