Now when the world starts getting it down At least you can't be thankful that you're still around
Instead of where you are, you could be underground Inside a box beneath a stone
And if you like being alive But thinking about death makes you tremble inside
You just remember this and that they never really dies And it all makes the grass so cool
All of the things you do, they're gonna come back around to you
At least I've heard that's true, the season wants to see, make picture full of fat on you and me, make picture of each and every one
People you've known and places you've been Big picture books all filled up with lovers and friends
Preserve them cause you know all good things come screwing Now to come back again
Everything that you see, someday will cease to be
Including you and me, it's easy once you see, make picture full of fat on you and me, make picture of each and every one
All of the things you do
All of the things you do, they're gonna come back around to you
At least I've heard that's true, the season wants to see, make picture full of fat on you and me, make picture of each and every one
Everything that you see
