Flowers Taped To Pens - This Year lyrics

In the Autumn leaves, our souls will start to heave In the spring air, we became a pair And the ghosts of seasons supply endless reasons With flowers taped to pens and things left to mend My trifle with your disease is pulling me under Buried beneath these streets, I'm calling for clarity Will winter come or will this fall be permanent? It doesn't matter, I am still unable Always looking forward to the next year Always looking forward to the next year Stuck in this cycle, 4 times a year Change is unnatural, keeping me on my toes