The Season - The Dodos

Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside

I have this dream, I think of it still sometimes

I know it’s just the season

I sense no time nor reason

The sky falls down, it’s evening

The feeling goes, it’s leaving

Miles until this desert brings me back to your face

Those eyes you know I think of them still sometimes

But you’re away in Eden

And I’m still here, the heathen

This times for real, we’re even

We do this for the season

I cross the sand without your hand

I go back to where it all began

Where I was yours and you were mine

Things seem so soon to say goodbye

I hope you’re well, as I am fine

I keep to myself where I go where I lie

I woke up in a cave

No air, no light, no shade

When did things turn this way

I miss you on certain days