We call it Summertime sadness We call it Winter blues We call it autumn downpour We call it Spring rain And that’s not all We call it being alone and depressed Far away from all the rest It might be a season but it’s just coming back Baby go and hide before they go for the attack This life Of mine Is in the deeps The only things to catch me now Is getting sleep So I shall rest So carefully And summon all the stars To find out exactly where you are [piano trills]
