He falls asleep on her chest the best sleep he’d ever met nevertheless he dreams of some stranger’s caress so he awakes and he knows maybe someone else is supposed to meet his hazy anticipating eyes he draws the curtains aside unfolding the first morning light he glances at his disenchanted life restlessness is me, you see it’s hard to be safe it’s difficult to be happy it’s the changing of the seasons he says ”I need them” I guess I'm too Scandinavian the relief of spring intoxication 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 difficult to be happy and then she awakes reaches for the embrace he decides not to worry about seasons again
He falls asleep on her chest the best sleep he’d ever met nevertheless he dreams of some stranger’s caress so he awakes and he knows maybe someone else is supposed to meet his hazy anticipating eyes he draws the curtains aside unfolding the first morning light he glances at his disenchanted life restlessness is me, you see it’s hard to be safe it’s difficult to be happy it’s the changing of the seasons he says ”I need them” I guess I'm too Scandinavian the relief of spring intoxication 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 difficult to be happy and then she awakes reaches for the embrace he decides not to worry about seasons again
