Waiting there, open up your eyes.
You will see a new part of your life.
He is there, waiting on true love to smother him.
I wish him well, he's not ready.
I hope he knows, the seasons dead.

Waiting there, open up your eyes.
I can see into his lover's mind.
She is there, waiting on someone to call her dear.
Writing her will, she's not ready.
I hope she knows, the seasons dead.

The seasons dead.
Send it to, my sepulchre.
Many cards in it baby.
I don't do this well.
I'll need some help.

Send it back, I don't need your words.
If you feel this way, I don't know why you're cold inside.
Every little lie you tell always makes me glad, did you notice?
I know you well, the seasons dead.

The seasons dead.
Send it to, my sepulchre.
Many cards in it baby.
I don't do this well.
I'll need some help.