Seasonal Affective

From "and then the training takes over..."

When in the course

Of human remorse,

There comes a time to stage an intervention by force

Then dot dot dot

The tough love train rolls in

Poof, and it ends

But aren't we still friends

I doubt it, well,

That is to say

I guess it depends

And it's dot dot dot

The tough love train rolls out

Snow globe

Death by seasonal affective

Every flake a third of an ellipsis from the sky

You've got a curse

You want it reversed

There's something that you're going to have to do for me first

And it's dot dot dot

The tough love train rolls in

Wake up and greet

Full-blown defeat

The 180 days a year you're doomed to repeat

And dot dot dot

The tough love train rolls out

Snow globe

Death by seasonal affective

Every flake a third of an ellipsis from the sky

Snow globe

Death by seasonal affective

Every week at group I'll shout it rips us from the sky

(Greg Kutcher - banjo

Lauren London - vocals

Oren Sagher - clarinet

Russell Schwartz - tenor saxophone, additional moaning

Darin Zahuranec - trumpet)