Wintertime sufferers
They don't publically grieve
Discreetly in their suffering
Never showing their teeth
Summertime sufferers
They're falling down on their knees, bereaved
Such stylish suffering, they couldn't stand on their feet
On the ground weeping
They just couldn't stand on their feet, no
Autumntime sufferers
Are prone to quote poetry
They feast on their suffering
Because it's so bittersweet
When Springtime sufferers are jolted out of their sleep
Displeased, they writhe, suffering
Can't even stand on their feet
On the ground weeping
They just couldn't stand on their feet, no
Wintertime sufferers, they hide their face
In their frozen grace
Summertime sufferers, they fall on their knees
They moan and wail, they cause a scene
Autumntime sufferers dig in the clay
For something to say
Young Springtime sufferers can't grow or bloom
'Cause they rot too soon
On the ground weeping
They just couldn't stand on their feet, no