Four Seasons

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Four Seasons

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[Verse 1] When I come home it will be with Someone else's blood on my shirt Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans And I won't wanna talk about it [Chorus] Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead [Verse 2] What you prise from 'tween my fingers That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue A love life under two shadows But you don't wanna talk about it [Pre-Chorus] The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides (I love you more than ever) [Chorus] Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead Cut into uneven quarters All four seasons in my head [Pre-Chorus] And when I lay you down we'll be beneath Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets (I love you more than ever) [Chorus] Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead Cut into uneven quarters All four seasons in my head Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead Cut into uneven quarters All four seasons in my head Something verdant, something blooming Something golden, something dead (Something dead, Something dead, Something dead, Something dead, Something dead) [Verse 3] As you bathe the stains from my skin Only dirt is washed away 'Cause all the bad lays far more deep Please, I don't wanna talk about it, don't wanna talk about it

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Credits

Writers
  • Neil Beale
  • Gareth David
  • Tom Bromley