Season Song

Blue States

We are holding off the year
And now our season is here
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here
In our perfect present tense
Through our white rose tinted lips
When the words have all been spent
Will we still have laughing

Through the window see the place
Like a (?) embrace
For a moment face to face
In the sweetest embrace

Ooohh Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh

We're holding off the year
And now pur season is here
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here
Now that our time is here