Seasons change like paintings outside the windows
Nestled in, looking out, they never seem to care
Only my path seems to be clouded in winter
Look around there's never a chance I dared

In the darkest there's a light at the end of the tunnel
The one I thought was lost and hated from before
It's bittersweet, the way it rises from its ashes
When I could've swear I wouldn't see it anymore

And I can see it taunting me and promising new hurtings
I can hear it burning like it never stopped
There's a duality of wanting it to fill me completly
And walk way, turning my back to never pass that door

Leap of faith is such a tantalising thought
Devoid of meaning, a ghost vanishing in the air
Constructed worlds are populating my subconscious
But I truly know not a part of them will ever be there

Seasons changing as they always do
Numbing cold, complacent heat shaping the atmosphere
Lungs breathe an illusion of life
I move away but I can't disappear

Seasons changing, fog remaining inside