So many love songs talk about the spring   Our love honey is a seasonal thing   Even if the storm dies out in June   You can bet by October it’s a    raging monsoon      Our love is so seasonal, not unreasonable   Just so seasonal baby   Some loves die and never come back   Our love is a cyclical pact   Our love is so seasonal      Everything beautiful has to die   Why do you think so many people    love to cry   People invent the most outrageous excuses   I’d rather feel sad than to    feel so useless      Some loves drive right off the track   Our love stalls, but it always comes back      When leaves die   So do I      So many songs say “our love will    never die”   I refuse to live such a silly little lie   Even if our love appears to go flat   Autumn comes and the wind will    bring us back