eight years and no regrowth
time it spoke 
what no one knows 

now here, and no baby
lady spring, she's done her thing again
she's done her thing 

oh, god knows
will it regrow, will it regrow again?
or will my love lay dormant for another spin? 

a warmth I embodied
but now, cold gone from me
disappeared, cut off feelings

lady spring 
she's dressed in green again 
she's dressed in green

oh, spring rain
can I refrain will I refrain again?
when she weeps will my heart sing?

blood spilled, but no crying 
winters coat ripped at the seam
cold wall, and no flying

lady spring
she's haunting me again
she's haunting me

oh, spring rain
can I regain, will I regain it again?
and to these pangs shall I defend?

come weeping again
come weeping

Lady Spring

A shy clown and her friends playing sensitive closet rock.

Lady Spring

Born Too Late