Seasons - Life Of Agony

It disturbs me to see you that you’re growing old

Concerns me to be the one you want to hold

Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through

Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold

Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through

Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold

Lost as father and son

It brings us back together as one

Seasons change and so did your son

Strife with emotions that can’t be one

Busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through

Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold

Too busy running on fuel, thank God, you made it through

Let’s spend the times we’ve missed and turn these days to gold

Want to hand you a piece of my delicate heart, yeah

This song is to uplift you and not to tear you apart

Not to tear you apart, not to tear you apart

lost in the mountains

But no mountain that I can see

But if that mountain should crumble

I said, come, crumble on top of me

Father’s lost in the mountains

But no mountain that I can see, yeah

Should that mountain should crumble

I said, come, crumble on top of me

Come, crumble on top of me

Come, crumble on top of me

Come, crumble on top of me

Come, crumble, come, crumble on top of me, yeah

Come, crumble on top of me