I'm Not My Season Lyrics
I'm Not My Season - Fleet Foxes
Lyrics by：Robin Pecknold
Composed by：Robin Pecknold
Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
You're in roundelay water again
I want to face the condition you're in
The old wrenches hardly turn me
Can you catch a thrown line
Tied around neat
Circle once about please allow me
I see the pall coming off of our cheeks
We're weak but a leaf is turning
And I move lightly in the dawn
Try to lightly ever on the lee
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well time's not what I belong to
And I'm not the season I'm in
Holding on close
Holding on to
Any kind of ring I can bring you
And at the beachwood pyre good news
It's wet but it's catching easy
And I move slightly in the dawn
Try to gently ever on the lee
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well time's not what I belong to
And you're not the season you're in