Seasons Of Love - Lyrics - Mad At The World
Mad at the World was a Christian rock band active from 1987 to 1998 in Southern California. It originally consisted of brothers Roger and Randy Rose with Mike Pendleton, later joined by Brent Gordon. Pendleton and Gordon left the band in 1992 and were replaced by Mike Link and Ben Jacobs. The band produced seven studio albums, one compilation package and two double reissues of previous albums.
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Sometimes love is all we need,
It takes an empty day and makes it go away, and happiness is falling down from the sky,
But sometimes when love ends it takes your happiness and traps it in a cell where only dead men dwell.
But don't believe that's how it has to be, it's a lie.
These are the seasons of love,
They leave you cold and dry the day you say "Goodbye,"
And then love feels like a fairy-tale, another rusted coin in a wishing well,
But deep in the seasons of love there is a reason why,
You'll see it if you try,
The voice inside of the wind is Jesus telling you that love can see you through again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
I recall how I felt inside,
A sea of loneliness became the tears I cried,
I was freezing from the wind and snow, and the rain.
But still, I'm gonna have the faith that someday when the storm is passed I'm gonna find that dream of a love that lasts,
And then tomorrow will be worth the price of today.
These are the seasons of love,
They leave you cold and dry the day you say "Goodbye,"
And then love feels like a fairy-tale, another rusted coin in a wishing well,
But deep in the seasons of love there is a reason why,
You'll see it if you try,
The voice inside of the wind is Jesus telling you that love can see you through again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
First comes the seed,
Then it's sown,
Then it's living,
Then it's grown,
Soon a flower will appear, but the end is getting near,
And the wind will blow and take the seeds far away.
But in the changes yet to come and the songs yet to be sung, though I might not understand, I believe there is a plan.
Jesus, open up my eyes and show me the way,
Straight through these seasons of love,
They leave you cold and dry the day you say "Goodbye,"
And then love feels like a fairy-tale, another rusted coin in a wishing well,
But deep in the seasons of love there is a reason why,
You'll see it if you try,
The voice inside of the wind is Jesus telling you that love can see you through again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
