It's true the weather's gorgeous
For a Sunday in February
There's those already tanning on the grass
And those worrying about the degrees
The elements are angry
And the decision-makers make the rules
When an expert points to the Earth
The industrialist looks at the finger
And when he gets home
He says, 'Honestly, there's no seasons anymore'
While some guys in suits
Guarantee us that everything's fine
We wonder if it's too late
And what we can do day to day
All together on the same boat
Women and children first
Just look at the news
The dramas, the hurricanes outside
Fires are optional
No, but honestly, there's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
My grandma was right
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
The sky is black on the horizon
We tell ourselves man is capable
Of both the best and the worst
And all these images overwhelm us
When another continent sweats
We've built huge museums
Cathedrals and Mona Lisas
Yet we still won't preserve
The world's natural beauty
There's no rush anyway
The oceans will tell you
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
My grandma was right
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
The sky is black on the horizon
We watch our kids play marbles
In the gutters of the planet
We worry about the shining sun
Like a sword above their heads
What'll it be like in a hundred years?
Will the Earth still be able to spin
When their autumns will be our springs
When their winters will be our summers?
And to future generations
Are we gonna say sorry?
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
My grandma was right
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
The sky is black on the horizon
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
My grandma was right
There's no seasons anymore
There's no seasons anymore
The sky is black on the horizon