I) The solid time of change

seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
And taste the [bad word] of man recorded losing all against the hour

And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one
dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move
And choose the course [bad word] 
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river
Not right away, not right away

Crossed the line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the color of the sky
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see

Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name

Down at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down

Now that it's all over and done
Now that you find, now that you're whole

II) Total mass retain

My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above
I [bad word] my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic or the reasons we don't understand

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea
There since the cord, the license or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river

Sudden cause shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known

Guessing problems only to deceive the mention
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down

III) I get up, I get down

In her white lace
You could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the [bad word] of her own domain

I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry too late
The eyes of honesty can achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day?

She would gladly say it, amazement of her story
Asking only interest could be layed upon the children of her domain
She could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take the blame for the [bad word] of her own domain

In charge of who is there in charge of me?
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The [bad word] is written all along the page
How old will I be before [bad word] of age for you?

IV) Seasons of man

The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social [bad word] above

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper
Kknowing all about the place