After every year, there is a war
Between the past and the future
I feel it when you look at me
As if to recapture the secret
Of how the years were lost!
Someone has to clean up
All this love we left
We left it in the dark
Till another season rose
And another candidate
Someone who can straighten us up
When the time is right, arrives and appears
After every year, this is a love-affair
That brings us back
From the despair of hoping
We would never find love again.