At season's turn you were afraid
To see the world in different shades
Hold it close, hold it tight
Desperate, knuckles white
Desperate
Never knowing what this will become
We're just tying knots that only come undone
Feel it slipping out from underneath your thumb
I think we're done
Follow the breeze it's all you can do
You hold it close, you hold it tight
Desperate, knuckles white
You don't feel right, you don't feel right
You don't feel right, you don't feel right
Shifting sands, falling leaves
Swirling storms, waving seas
We're all caught in the breeze
In the breeze, in the breeze