Believe me I tried to climb what was steep
To keep my head up in rivers so deep
Looked for the spirit to find me some luck
And yes I found love but still I got stuck

Summer’s too hot, winters too cold
Autumn too wet spring still on hold
All kinds of weather all sorts of flesh
Enough to guide me but I still will crash
Don’t mind the season no chance to win
I’ll never fit in

All those tears they’re scratching the crust
All those fears they make me feel lost
And all those years I smiled not to feel
All my demons but now they are real