Jonathan L. Seagull

Even though we've been through same Doesn't always mean we feel the same (no-oh) Doesn't always mean we heal the same (ooh) You're not me and that's okay (that's okay) Seasons come (come), seasons cry (cry) Seasons grow and seasons die (oh-oh) How high can a bird ever fly-ever fly? Couldn't stomach those blues you articulate I've been (I've been) Acting like your actions are from outer space But I understand that I've been out of place Driving late night back home through the London rain to you I puzzle into your embrace Now take me further away I puzzle into your embrace Now take me further away Making life decisions based on what's been laid We've both dealt with loss and grief in separate ways (Listen to your heartbeat-beat) On the same track running at a different pace Will I catch up, or will you just race away someday? I puzzle into your embrace Now take me further away I puzzle into your embrace Now take me further away Even though we've been through same Doesn't always mean we feel the same (no-oh) Doesn't always mean we heal the same You're not me and that's okay (that's okay) Seasons come, seasons cry (cry) Seasons grow and seasons die (oh-oh) How high can a bird ever fly-ever fly?