Seasons Colors
BRIAN VICTOR MACDONALD, JUDAH LEE AKERS, NATHAN EDWARD ZUERCHER
Long were there days in the spring, when we were younger
Oh the years have gone like the breeze in the summer
Seasons come, then they go
Like the dust on that old dirt road
I try and fight, to take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own
So paint the colors of fall
On my heart, so I'll remember
To carry through the pain
And the cold of the winter, oh
When the colors my skin broke my bones and left me bleeding
Through the darkest storm he was there
Now I'm still breathing, ah
Seasons come, then they go
Like the dust on that old dirt road
Try and fight, take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own
