Strange Season

Strange Season - Michael Penn

Written by：Michael Penn

This story is past tense

And I did not want my cover blown

Thought well enough was left alone

And who decided you'd rescue me

Yeah I do agree

A bent and broken set are we

Up in a tree we're stuck

And the only lights off the wire

Are all the moths in the fire

Can't you feel how the air is getting dry

Try but can't identify

What you start to think

My baby won't come out at night

They took apart the angel's flight

For this

Strange season

Did you feel it change from cold to hot

With fever you will have a bout

And all you do is talk about

The meaning of the walkabout

There I go again

A taste of my own medicine

So shake your head and look around

The leaves don't fall

There's still no sound

To this

Strange season

Then I start to think

I've seen it through

I saw the sights

They disassembled angel's flight

With this

Strange season

Do you want to know that

It comes down to this

Do you want to hear that

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss