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DSB - Passing Seasons

Track from the First LP "The Way Back Home" PASSING SEASONS Born with the fire of a reckless spring In a small town by the river’s bend Eyes wide open, ready to sing The world was big, it never seemed to end Running wild through fields of green Nothing but the sun above Chasing clouds with a silver sheen Living free, falling in love Oh, how the seasons change their tune From summer's bloom to the harvest moon Time, it moves like a ghostly dance We close our eyes, lose our chance Then came the years like a restless sea Took a job in a city of stone Trading gold for a living spree With every breath, you feel alone Weary feet on a crowded street Faces pass like faceless names Each one searching for something sweet In the cold glare of the neon flames Oh, how the seasons change their tune From autumn’s haze to winter’s swoon Time, it moves like a ghostly dance We close our eyes, lose our chance Now the bones grow tired and frail The mirror tells what the soul conceals In the quiet of an evening tale We count the turns of fortune’s wheel When the hands of the clock begin to slow And the curtain start to fall We remember those we used to know The ones who danced, who heard the call Life slips away like a thief in the rain, Leaves behind the faintest trace, But in every joy and every pain, We find the truth, we find the grace. Oh, how the seasons change their tune From birth’s first cry to the old man’s croon Time, it moves like a ghostly dance We close our eyes, lose our chance So take my hand, my friend, my king, Let’s walk this path, let’s start again, For every end, there’s a new begin, And every loss is how we win.