Seasonal Affective Disorder

Sad, sad time of year Do you cry clinging to all of your fears? Do you disappear like an insect? Through a little dark keyhole locked in. Only to close the book on, all you could have been. Sad, sad time of year Leafing through old abandoned thoughts Meaningless pain in cinematic color Can you remind me what reason? There is to get up again and bounce back. Sad, sad time of year This time it really does feel like I’ve lost control Listening to too much John Coltrane I’d better hibernate I’m much, much too anxious Much too outspoken far too lost for a search party. Sad, sad time of year Isn’t it a sad time of year… Darling where has gone all the precious sunlight Can’t we dynamite the night, dear? It happens, happens Every year love and, I feel like I’m running out of luck Not just mental control to regulate my life my soul Life it’s a switchblade knife as God is my witness…