Funny time of year de Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man

These silent words of conversation
hold me now this adulation
see me now
oh it's easy now
Falling like a silent paper
holding on to what may be
And i only hear
only hear the rain
And many rains turn to rivers
winter's here
and there ain't nothing gonna change
the winds are blowing telling me all i hear
oh it's a funny time of year
there'll be no blossom on the trees
Turning now i see no reason
the voice of love so out of season
i need you now
but you can't see me now
i'm travelling with no destination
still hanging on to what may be
It's a funny time of year
i can see
there'll be no blossom on the trees
and time spent crying has taken me in this year
oh it's a funny time of year
there'll be no blossom on the trees
Falling like a silent paper
holding on to what may be
it's a funny time of year
I can see
there'll be no blossom on the trees
and time spent crying has taken me in this year
It's a funny time of year
i can see no blossom no blossom on the trees
Falling like a silent paper
holding on to what may be
it's a funny time of year
I can see
there'll be no blossom on the trees
and time spent crying has taken me in this year
It's a funny time of year
i can see no blossom no blossom on the trees