Seasons (acoustic live)

Winter poems
Words like blades
Cut me deeply
Unbearable pain

Spring almost came
To take me by the hand
Guiding me through the colors
Of a forgotten land

If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you

Then summer breeze
Will make us dream
Keeping in our hearts
The sun like secret sin

Fall grey days
Will supply us with the signs
In the end we'll learn
From the mistakes we'll leave behind

If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you

If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you
If you push your senses to their limit
Then you'll find out what the seasons hold for you



Credits
Writer(s): Kostas Miliaras
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