Suffering Season

A light passed to waken the fields
Just to cover it up and let time take you in
Two rites passed that suffering season
Hold it back up now let it begin
Who knows what tomorrow might bring?
Sun soaks passed the flowerless spring
And it shows
You mourn from the morning you'll wake up dead
Back to call your name

Whisper as the dreamer from shapes do
Cover it up and let love take you in
Behold, there's a time and a place for
That suffering season again and again
Who knows what tomorrow might bring?
Sun soaks passed the flowerless spring
And it shows
You mourn from the morning you'll wake up dead
Back to call your name