Seasons of Man Video (MV)

I know a man
Who lives in his dreams
Popsicle fairylands
And chocolate submarines
He keeps holding on to that dog by the tale
But there's no point in holding what's really not there
Oh well but here he goes again

I know a man who lives in his secrets
Popular science could never reveal him
He keeps to himself in some poster washed room
While the voice deep inside him hums along to a tune
Latti di oh well here we go again

And I don't know these seasons of man
Who are born to the winter
And in summer lye dead
They introduce themselves as strangers and friends
Tell me have you ever met these seasons of man

I know a man who lives in the streets
He'll ask you for a penny or a cigarette at least
He waits in that corner for a very kind hand
But he's out pulling weeds and made other plans
So well here he goes again

And I don't know these seasons of man
Who are born in the springtime
To fall backwards again
Another brand new year of seasons of man
The kind you pass everyday and so easily forget

Are we ready to meet you
Will we humiliate hurt or deceive you
Or just plant a seed for answers we need
To learn as we grow through the seasons
So maybe from here we can see them
Naked in knowledge without knowing a thing
So maybe from here we can listen to them
Maybe from here where alone we all stand
Maybe from here we can meet these seasons of man

And I don't know these seasons of man
Who are born in the springtime
To fall backwards again
Another brand new year of seasons of man
The kind you pass everyday and so easily forget

And I don't know these seasons of man
Who are born to the summer
And in the winter lye dead
They introduce themselves as strangers and friends
Tell me have you ever met these seasons of man
Tell me have you ever met these seasons of man
Tell me have you ever met these seasons of man