I'm Not My Season

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