Seasons by Chris Cornell

I've recently re-discovered Chris Cornell and increased my appreciation for this wonderful vocalist. The reason was his part in the Pearl Jam documentary, PJ20, in which he appeared speaking in park primarily as one of the key figures in the Seattle/Grunge movement during the early 90s. 

I actually saw a few months back the Singles movie on whose soundtrack this song appears, but that rekindled appreciation for another artist (specifically Paul Westerberg).

This is, however, my first time appreciating this song. I'm just amazed on how beautiful it is considering the fact it just has an acoustic guitar and Cornell's voice.

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all

And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay

And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by