Spring Spring, makes me sing
Sing song sun shining down my face
Face this place, this beautiful world
Worldly treasures lie naked in nature

Naturally over looked
Overseen
Underrated
Underappreciated

Spring Spring, what a glorious ring
Ring ding **** of the church bell song
Sing, sing for me my spr ing
The birdies of life
Hidden, not to be seen

Spring, Spring your ring!
Oh you beautiful thing,
Spring!

"This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her but you don't"
We were back again in this same old bed
Familiar warmth and caresses surrounds me
And yet despite our careful, longing murmurs
I notice what we've left unsaid

"You touch her skin and then you think yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me"
You finger trace my spine like always
And your lips find mine, and fingers intertwine
But I felt the dawning of truth, when you left me in the hallway

"The California sun cascading down my face"
Like mosquitos our love has always been a seasonal thing
Fleeting feelings of intense magnitude and devotion
Boiled down to a consistent summer time fling
Basking in the sun in your arms devoid of emotion

"There was a girl with light brown streaks"
That was me- the girl with light brown streaks
And I knew that I was beautiful
But I didn't mean a thing to you

"Yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean thing to me"

And in chorus we thought

"I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark"

We had ourselves fooled
That we could beat the same old walls between us
Always making promise we cannot keep
For the sake of the comfort we seek

"As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises"
And every time we step back we find more and more
Bruises on our souls and on our psyches
Beaten against what we cannot change
It is time we shut the door

"That you said you didn't want to fade"
We greedily cling to
Every mark from every collision
Every painful good bye
Because it's something that reminds me of you

"But they did and so did I that day"
But those memories are fading
And so our hope should too be fading
For things that are never going to happen
For the things that keep us waiting

"So when you ask, is something wrong?"
"I think you're **** right there is, but we can't talk about it now"
"No we can't talk about it now"

"So one last touch and then you'll go"
You'll kiss me in the car
At the airport where you'll leave
To the place that you call home
Where all the people who matter are

"And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more"


"But it was vile and it was cheap"
Every recurrence, every attempted resuscitation
Is a mockery and degradation
Of what we used to have
It will never be the same situation


"And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me"
What we had was beautiful
But it doesn't mean a thing to me

" yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me"
And I know I don't mean a thing to you