Seasons change Past versions wash away Reclaim again A tidal wave Mourning comes Over trust withdrawals Lost in a cold enclasp Of stone full traps What you give Challenging to accept Foreign to the pained Recipients Time The when to learn Dictates the curve Are we justified? Made up of clocks Elastic sponge And built to expire Seasons change Past versions wash away Reclaim again A tidal wave Seasons change Images re-arrange Reclaim again A final wave Floating vows Lower than drones of worms Gliding right through the ground Form empty sounds Steaming glass Focusing on the lack That thing that shaped the bruise Comes to renew Climb It came through winds Swung back again And rained on desire Presents as though They think they know They're not worth your time Seasons change Past versions wash away Reclaim again A tidal wave Seasons change Images re-arrange Reclaim again A final wave A final wave