Changing of the Seasons (Sketches Version)

He falls asleep on her chest

The best sleep he'd ever met

Nevertheless, he dreams of some stranger's caress

He awakes and he knows

Maybe someone else is supposed

To meet his hazy anticipating eyes

He draws the curtains aside

Unfolding the first morning light

He glances at his disenchanted life

Restlessness is me, you see

(You see)

It's hard to be safe

(Ah-ah-ah)

It's difficult to be happy

It's the changing of the seasons

He says, "I need them"

I guess I'm too Scandinavian

The relief of spring

Intoxication of summer rain

The clearness of fall

How winter makes me reconsider it all

Restlessness is me, you see

(You see)

It's hard to be safe

(Ah-ah-ah)

It's difficult to be happy

Then, she awakes

Reaches for the embrace

He decides not to worry about seasons again