Author of a single season

Let me dear write you a sketch Despite the fact I’m in a downhole But can I ask you now How those days just turned into grey? How many times does it need to rain For continents to drift away To move away, darling From under our feet and below our creed I am an author of a single season… yeahhh… This fall I’m under such commands That even I can hardly comprehend But all I know for sure Is the season we’re in today I am an author of a single season… yeahhh… Let me write you down some scenes Despite the fact I’m such an asshole And yes, I refuse to answer you Cause these days just blew away I am an author of a single season… yeahhh…