Seasons - The Snuts

Some hold on me

Never find yourself starting to be

Nothing but a love mess

Simple lines of losing your mind

Just hold on me

If you find yourself starting to be

Nothing but a wholesome soul survival

Losing your time

So tell me, how are you feeling?

What are filling your dreams with?

Have you been stuck in the seasons?

I made those plans to believe in

So call on me

If you find yourself down on your knees

With nothing but a hopeless tranquilliser

Numbing in your mind

Just hold on me

If you find yourself starting to be

Nothing but a wholesome soul survival

Losing your time

So tell me, how are you feeling?

What are filling your dreams with?

Have you been stuck in the seasons?

I made those plans to believe in

So tell me, how are you feeling?

What are filling your dreams with?

Have you been stuck in the seasons?

I made those plans to believe in