The temperature's dropped, noise stopped, barometer's fallen

Sunrays poke their own way through the gloom

The wilderness and the emptiness are calling

You'll never get out, if you don't get out there soon

And round this time of year, you gain a primal yearning

And it burns just like the fires upon the fell

The colours of your youth they are returning

Wash over the gates of God with the flames of Hell

And who's to say, you'll end up backwards

For you the current flows far too strong

You've never lacked in passion, you've never lacked lust

And who's to tell you that, that sort of thing is wrong?

So watch over me tonight and I just might

Washover you

So watch over me tonight and I just might

Do anything you do

Anything you do

Do anything you do

Do anything you do

Anything you do

Round this time of year, you begin to get crestfallen

And you say there's just so much you have to do

And ain't it easy to get down when things get boring

But then you work out exactly what is true to you

So watch over me tonight and I just might

Washover you (washover you)

So watch over me tonight and I just might

Do anything you do

Anything you wanna do

Anything

Washover you

Washover you

Round this time of year

Yeah, round this time of year

Round this time of year