Change of season

If they dropped the bomb Would you love me then If I was wrong Would it be okay Well I can see holes in everyone A change of season If I found a way To make amends Would you say I was too late Well I can find The holes on anyone A change of season A change of season I feel like I'm losing for money I feel like I'm losing for free I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be I feel like we're drinking and driving I feel like we're running into walls I feel like swimming in your apathy You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls If they made me crawl Would you love me then If I was small Would it be okay Well I can see The need in everyone A change of season A change of season I feel like I'm losing for money I feel like I'm losing for free I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be I feel like we're drinking and driving I feel like we're running into walls I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody For miles and miles, miles I feel like somebody's missing I feel like somebody's missing I think somebody's missing