He falls asleep on her chest
The best sleep he'd ever met, nevertheless
He dreams of some strangers caress
He awakes and he knows
Maybe someone else is supposed
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes
He draws the curtains aside
Unfolding the first morning light
He glances at his disenchanted life
Restlessness is me, you see
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
It's the changing of the seasons
He says I need them
I guess I'm too Scandinavian
The relief of spring
Intoxication 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 difficult to be happy
Then she awakes
Reaches for the embrace
He decides not to worry about seasons again

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