Letra de Hibou, Anemone And Bear

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all year 'round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It's all here, pick-a-back and get to work If you don't, your life will surely go berserk Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse? If something's not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say it...