When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans
And I won't wanna talk about it.

What you prise from 'tween my fingers,
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue, a love life under two shadows.
But you don't wanna talk about it.

The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by
(I love you more than ever)
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

And when I lay you down we'll be beneath,
(I love you more than ever)
duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets.
(I love you more than ever)
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.

As you bathe the stains from my skin
Only dirt is washed away, cos all the bad lays far more deep
Please, I don't wanna talk about it.


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Four Seasons song meanings
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    General CommentI love the way Gareth can take his own lyrics and make them feel like they were ripped right out of your own head. The b-sides LC has have to be some of my favorite gems of all time but this one is really up there. Something so clear and raw, like salt on a wound Gareth's voice stings in the best way possible.
    cuddlebeanson March 13, 2016   Link

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