Broadcast

Still Feel Like Tears

Broadcast


Seasons mean nothing 
You went away and I'm falling 
Even clouds have tried their best 
To move and give my tears a rest 

Seasons mean nothing 
You went away and I'm falling 
Even when the cold disarms 
It still feels like there's something wrong 

Seasons mean nothing 
You went away and I'm falling 
Even when the leaves turn brown 
In sympathy about the ground