Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees again Snipers are harder to see my friends Weeding out the weekends Summer comes and gravity undoes you You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine bends Hiding from your close friends Weeding out the weekends Candy left over from Halloween A unified theory of everything Love left over from lovers leaving Books, they all know they're not worth reading It's not for the season When autumn comes you sit in your chair and you stare At the TV square Hiding in the deep end Weeding out the weekends Winter comes and the days all start late There's motion on the boughs where the dark shapes prowl Feeling out the feelings Feeling out the feeling Candy left over from Halloween A unified theory of everything Love left over from lovers leaving Books, they all know they're not worth reading They're not worth reading