I’m Not My Season Songtext
von Fleet Foxes

Blood of my blood, skin of my skin
You′re in roundelay water again
I want to face the condition you're in
The old wrenches hardly turn me

Can you catch a thrown line, tied around neat
Circle once about, please allow me
I see the pall coming off of our cheeks
We′re weak but a leaf is turning

And I move lightly in the dawn
Try to, lightly ever on the lee


Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well, time's not what I belong to
And I'm not the season I′m in

Holding on close, holding on to
Any kind of ring I can bring you
And at the beachwood pyre, good news
It′s wet but it's catching easy

And I move slightly in the dawn
Try to, gently ever on the lee

Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well, time′s not what I belong to
And you're not the season you′re in