Springtime Devil, can't you see I don't want you, you don't want me I'll sing it right into your ear You'll have to try another year What could've been, what still could be Were dead and gone when I found me A real love that I still hold Twelve months a year here in the cold ♪ Your silver tongue was tarnished long ago From time to time, you cross my mind But at the crossroads You won't find me there to meet you ♪ Every spring, come back to me Your big brown eyes, your silver tongue The same old thing that I heard sung to me last spring You're living off a memory Of youth, not love, of apathy Misanthropy's a sentiment you provoke in me so well I won't descend back to your hell