Season Song - Blue States, Rui Da Silva

The unfolding of 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 wide rose tinted lens

When the words have all been spent

Will we still have learned it?

Through your window see the place

Like a fond and sweet embrace

For a moment face to face

In the sweetest embrace

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

The unfolding of the year

And now our season is here

All the balances are clear

Now that our time is here

Now that our time is here