He falls asleep on her chest   The best sleep he'd ever met   Never the less he dreams of some stranger's caress   He awakes and he knows   Maybe somonelse's supposed to meet his hazy and anticipating eyes      He draws the curtains aside   Unfolding the first morninglight   He glances at his disenchanted life      Restlessness is me you see   It's hard to be safe   It's diffucult to be happy      It's the changing of the seasons   He says I need them   I guess I'm too scandinavian   The relieve of spring and toxication 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 diffucult to be happy      Then she awakes   Reaches for the embrace   He decides not to worry about seasons again