In the month of December
When nature is low
I have that vague feeling
That they could arrive

April and June
April and June
April and June

As the train rides by
Silo's swaying hands
Behind glass
Should I walk on or hide
Wish you'd tell me what to do love

Should I walk on or hide
Should I walk on or hide

April and June
April and June
April and 

As the time goes by
Seasons have changed
Should I walk on or stay
I'm lost in any way

Should I walk on or hide
Should I walk on or hide

April and June
April and June
April and June
April and June
April and June

April and June
April and June
April and June

Wish you'd tell me what to do
Wish you'd tell me what to do

April and June
April and June