paroles de chanson The Science of the Seasons - The Russian Futurists

Stitched and sutured ill-fated futures
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks
Of life without thanks

Remember that night I drank and you cried?
And on your bed all night's where we lied
I stayed awake, you fell asleep
On tear soaked sheets

And we're so new and young like science
Full of ideas and naive defiance
We'll lose it all, each passing fall
As our wake up call

Stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin', "science explained our lives again"

We're always sayin'
"Science explained
Our lives again"
That's the science of the seasons

Stitched and sutured ill-fated futures
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks
Life without thanks

Travel countries and sit beneath palm trees
Feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze
Let's take a trip, let's go to spain
By all night train

Cross the sea in ocean liners
To opium dens in Asia minor
We'll spend our days wasting our pay, wasting away

Stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin', "science explained our lives again"

We're always sayin'
"Science explained
Our lives again"
That's the science of the seasons