The Search for Sadness

The winter's freshness turns to rain
A windswept summer carries names
To distant shores where naked no-ones lie
A silhouette through windowpanes
A harlot feeds her shame
The city's stars are narrowed hardened eyes

Though the seasons will change there's a mask on your face
Hiding sadness, hiding anger, hiding pain

All the seasons must change but for you they're the same
There's the anger, there's the hours there's the pain

The search for misery goes on
In peace the spectre of the bomb
A melancholic melody resounds
Borders come and borders fall
But you're the one who's building walls
And every little whisper's like a call

Though the season must change
there's a mask on your face
hiding sadness, hiding anger hiding pain

All the seasons must change
but for they're the same
there's sadness there's hours there's pain

Take a chance and find your station
Take your seat and reservation
Take a chance and find your station
Take a chance on now...