If they dropped the bomb   Would you love me then?   If I was wrong, would it be okay?   Well, I can see holes in every one   A change of season      If I found a way to make amends   Would you say I was too late?   Well, I can find the holes on anyone   A change of season   A change of season      I feel like I'm losing for money   I feel like I'm losing for free   I feel older than the dead angel   On my shoulder, claims to be      I feel like we're drinking and driving   I feel like we're running into walls   I feel like swimming in your apathy   You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls      If they made me crawl   Would you love me then?   If I was small, would it be okay?   Well, I can see the need in everyone   A change of season   A change of season      I feel like I'm losing for money   I feel like I'm losing for free   I feel older than the dead angel   On my shoulder, claims to be      I feel like we're drinking and driving   I feel like we're running into walls   I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody   For miles and miles, miles      I feel like somebody's missing   I feel like somebody's missing   I think somebody's missing