Seasons (McCulloch Ian)

Running out of time It's half past yours and mine Forgetting more than we remember Still trying to find things we left behind in Januarys to Decembers. Here we are running through the seasons Here we are as day turns into night Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives How can we be sure what's really mine and yours? Wooden hearts have turned to splinters We just go to ground And as the world turns 'round, Spring to Summer, Fall to Winter Here we are running through the seasons Here we are as day turns into night Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives Waiting up ahead night skies turning red Too far out to hear the warning As the day falls black there's no turning back Sailing half-mast through the morning Here we are running through the seasons Here we are as day turns into night Here we are still looking for a reason in the stars and in our lives