Seasons

In the sun
In the shade
The deal made
To break the chain
Of my command holding hand of green money
Coins tossed and all are heads
Changed to red
Blood money
Red

Your say it's fair game
Two remain under paper rules
Puppet fools
The jury
The Book
The stop lights that never seem to fade away
When the sky is grey
I'll cut a check
And cut it loose
Heaven to keep me to choose...

So stop the deal stop the wheel
Turning all that we can feel
And gather up gather round
Let the sound come around your real life
Living
Lone trail of steps that never seem to end right
Magic numbers are your friend
The enemy a trend
Images you have to bend
Don't give in 'till the end.