Changing Of The Seasons / Fight Song - Ane Brun

He falls asleep on her chest

The best sleep he’d ever met

Nevertheless he dreams of some stranger’s caress

So he awakes and he knows

Maybe someone else is supposed

To meet his hazy anticipating eyes

He draws the curtains aside

Unfolding the first morning light

He glances at his disenchanted life

Restlessness is me, you see

It’s hard to be safe

It’s difficult to be happy

It’s the changing of the seasons

He says I need them

I guess I