Seasons In Our Dreams (Mayfield Matthew)

1,2,3,4 As I came up from the dark You met me there with the spark Now we are covered in flames Burning alive in the rain So right here, right now You’ve got to somehow Show me that you will be there in the end Before we’re ridden with diseases And we’re pickin’ up the pieces Of the men and the women we used to be Before we’re changing like the seasons in our dreams Your eyes are pistols with one Primed up and ready to run Those smokin’ barrels are down Can’t leave your heartache in a round So right here, right now You’ve got to somehow Show me that you will be there in the end Before we’re ridden with diseases And we’re pickin’ up the pieces Of the men and the women we used to be Before we’re changing like the seasons in our dreams The seasons in our dreams The seasons in our dreams