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Seasons on Wave 2.
Wave 2 track 08
A carousel of spring hope, autumn farewell, frozen lakes, and the uneasy question of whether time has changed you more than you expected.
First day back in this tiny town Same streets, but they're breaking down Leaves fall like little goodbyes Crack under sneakers, chasing lost time
Skate park's rusted, swings don't sway But I still hear the echoes of yesterday Snow melts, we're growing fast Flip the tape, side B of the past
Yeah, the seasons spin like a carousel From springtime hope to autumn farewell When the summer goes and the lakes all freeze We always miss the falling leaves
Four years in a blink, we were fireflies Caught in a jar, lighting up the night Now it's phones and plans and traffic jams But I still feel the rhythm in the cracks
Cherry blossoms and rain-soaked jeans Old cartoons on plasma screens Backyards to apartments, city lights We traded sleep for Friday nights
Time don't stop and clocks don't care But we keep finding magic in the air And I know I can't rewind But I think about it all the time
A carousel of spring hope, autumn farewell, frozen lakes, and the uneasy question of whether time has changed you more than you expected.
“Seasons” takes the memory-and-change core of Wave 2 and stretches it across years. Rusted skate parks, rain-soaked jeans, plasma screens, apartments, backyards, and Friday nights all become markers of how a life shifts without ever fully losing its old rhythm.
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