Spring Before Winter

"Hell is truth seen too late." - Tyron Edwards (1809-1894)

I was always looking for something new
Sometimes something irresistible
To spice up my life a bit
Keep me from losing it

I always started by coming back
I never made it to the point of no return

Instead I started running from it all
I'm putting miles and miles between
What's mine and yours

Put in some appalling social mess
In some backwards landscape
Which you knew from your holidays
With mom and dad

But the inhabitants were not the same
Their view on freedom now came in a violent way
Yes, they had changed your spring into winter time
Into winter time