Hibou, Anemone and Bear The Soft Machine

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all year round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It s all here, pickaback and get to work If you don t, your life will surely go berserk Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse If something s not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say