Lyrics

Black Snow

Dust Is What Remains

The Season To Come

Heretic

In The Hands Of Morpheus

Darken My Day

 
The Season To Come
Words: C. Chermaz
Music: C. Chermaz, S. Umek



Summer's over, rainy days are coming around once again
Leaves are falling, the sky is turning gray
And the wind starts to whisper in the air
Go get ready for the season to come
Hurry home, don't let it take you by surprise
I ain't ready, can't you see that
By the way, I ain't gonna let you realize

Comin' over, comin' over
You gotta know this feeling's comin' over

Night has come now, I lost my way somehow
Suddenly, and I can't find it anymore
Guess I'll have to do it on my own
I won't beg for your help

Comin' over, comin' over
You gotta know this feeling's comin' over me

Fear not the season to come, take it on
Fear not the ice that crawls on the floor, it will go

Now I'm standing here all alone after the rain has washed away everything
And I just wonder why we let it all happen and then we can't recover inside

So take it on
Make up your mind, erase this feeling
You know this fight is so deceiving

Comin' over, comin' over
You gotta know this feeling's comin' over

And I just wonder why we let it all happen and then we can't recover inside
So take it on, make up your mind, erase this feeling
You know this fight is so deceiving
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