The Season to Be
I may be right, I might be wrong
When she puts colours in her song
It's warm and new
Oh, everytime my baby sings
I dream but when she leaves
The night turns dead and blue
Oh, I believe in Mary's song
The summer's eve has never felt
So high and long
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to roll?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to sway?
My love walks on higher ground
Feet been graced by holy sounds
The choir chants
Some ill-natured mind of mine
To hit her heart like bowie knives
And that one's true
But la-la-la love
La-la love I
I love you
Is this the season to be in love?
Is this the season to be in love, mm?
Though we work so hard
Is it a reason to change
Or shift?
Help me
I can't begin to describe my state
I wish that I could
But when I'm a floating man in a Magritte
Oh Mama, take me home
Drooling over my filthy callused hands
Let 'em in but don't let them hurt me now
I'm crying 'cause I'm not sure who I am
But she heals me with her song
Some days aren't as bad as others
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to leave?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to run?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to love?
Is this the season to roll?
Is it a reason to sway?
When springtime comes again
Sitting in the park
When she puts colours in her song
It's warm and new
Oh, everytime my baby sings
I dream but when she leaves
The night turns dead and blue
Oh, I believe in Mary's song
The summer's eve has never felt
So high and long
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to roll?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to sway?
My love walks on higher ground
Feet been graced by holy sounds
The choir chants
Some ill-natured mind of mine
To hit her heart like bowie knives
And that one's true
But la-la-la love
La-la love I
I love you
Is this the season to be in love?
Is this the season to be in love, mm?
Though we work so hard
Is it a reason to change
Or shift?
Help me
I can't begin to describe my state
I wish that I could
But when I'm a floating man in a Magritte
Oh Mama, take me home
Drooling over my filthy callused hands
Let 'em in but don't let them hurt me now
I'm crying 'cause I'm not sure who I am
But she heals me with her song
Some days aren't as bad as others
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to leave?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to run?
Is this the season to be in love?
Is it a reason to love?
Is this the season to roll?
Is it a reason to sway?
When springtime comes again
Sitting in the park
Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Sorensen
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