I was hoping it wouldn't come again
hardly a year has passed
too quickly one forgets
the light in spring
for some it does nothing
fun for the day to lengthen
the leave for work is again illuminated
by the light in spring
and even though it's bad
at first it's always bad
we'll have more
soon they'll come home
before that I'll get out
at the same time is released
the light in spring
I guess that's what drives them crazy
better hide the knives
in the window the dirt is revealed
by the light in spring
and even though it's bad
at first it's always bad
we'll have more
and even though it's good
eventually it's too good
we'll leave some for others
aunties count in their charts
the missing, fallen or dead
over here they holler "what have the Tesoma girls done again"
life is a cold bath
the eternal ice frazils of the heart
they don't melt after all
although you sink
although you hide
your head into a glue bag to flee
it'll take a minute or two
I don't want anyone to see
let's go before it comes
the light in spring
I guess that's what drives them crazy
better hide the knives
in the window the dirt is revealed
by the light in spring
and even though it's bad
at first it's always bad
we'll have more
and even though it's good
eventually it's too good
we'll leave some for others