Watching echoes reflect off
Scraped, shaven walls
Seeing Death pits and Jesus
And no-one at all
Seeing no-one at all
I struck a match
I stuck a light
I can see no respite
I'm getting further from home
And I can see no light
I can see no light
What waste was here my idol dim
I watched him die in a flash
I watched the barbs enter him
For him it was the end of it all
It's just the for grey seasons
It's just the four grey seasons
I watched for hours on end
My face its expression
It doesn't change but people
They want it so
I want it so
When I was young
What was I to know
Preach beauty, strength
And there is always one
What has nothing at all
Has nothing at all
How sad that it all is
That when we're old
We understand that we had no ideas
About being brutal tiny young men
It's just the four grey seasons
It's just the four grey seasons
It's just the four grey seasons
And for all the wrong reasons