Seasons Video (MV)

Give my eyes to the Winter
Death is never something that sits well with me
Sell my mouth to Spring
And maybe then he'll speak of love with blooming trees
Show my hearing to the Summer
And have her close her ears
Lastly give my heart to Autumn
She can slowly wither with the years
My body longs for sleep
Thawing like warmth after frostbite
By the fading fire of your smile
I start again to walk towards something colder
Behind the gray, blue, and almost green
My lips part to whisper why
I have no more pieces to give
But you don't hear the cracking of my skin
As you're warming my face again
All I hear are whispers
From the forest you housed me in
Give my eyes to the Winter
Death is never something that sits well with me
Sell my mouth to Spring
And maybe then he'll speak of love with blooming trees
Show my hearing to the Summer
And have her close her ears
Lastly give my heart to Autumn
She can slowly wither with the years