Escaping through the Bernheim As time moves backwards The trees shed their dead leaves They're full of color Replacing memories With fragments of a world that's changing I see that big house With chipped white paint and stained window panes Bowman Field in sight The constant sound of planes You're sending me to sleep As you lie awake in pain There's nothing I could do to rid you of these stains I get lost In the sound of seasons change The wind takes me to a different place The sound of seasons change