The winter's freshness turns to rain A windswept summer carries names To distant shores where naked no-ones lie A silhouette through windowpanes A harlot feeds her shame The city's stars are narrowed hardened eyes
Though the seasons will change there's a mask on your face Hiding sadness, hiding anger, hiding pain All the seasons must change but for you they're the same There's the anger, there's the hours there's the pain
The search for misery goes on In peace the spectre of the bomb A melancholic melody resounds Borders come and borders fall But you're the one who's building walls And every little whisper's like a call
Though the seasons will change there's a mask on your face Hiding sadness, hiding anger, hiding pain All the seasons must change but for you they're the same There's the anger, there's the hours there's the pain
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