He falls asleep on her chest
The best sleep he'd ever met
Never the less he dreams of some stranger's caress
He awakes and he knows
Maybe somonelse's supposed to meet his hazy and anticipating eyes

He draws the curtains aside
Unfolding the first morninglight
He glances at his disenchanted life

Restlessness is me you see
It's hard to be safe
It's diffucult to be happy

It's the changing of the seasons
He says I need them
I guess I'm too scandinavian
The relieve of spring and toxication of summer rain
The clearness of fall, how winter makes me reconsider it all

Restlessness is me you see
It's hard to be safe
It's diffucult to be happy

Then she awakes
Reaches for the embrace
He decides not to worry about seasons again