Story Behind The Song
"Resurrection Season" is about an old love returning after you've spent months trying to exorcise them from your life. Set around Halloween, the song turns a familiar ritual--watching a favorite scary movie together--into the moment the relationship comes back from the dead. It plays with the idea that some people never really stay buried, no matter how hard you try to let them go.
Song Description
Dark alternative pop with a haunting, cinematic edge, "Resurrection Season" uses horror imagery as a metaphor for a relationship that refuses to stay buried. Ghosts, exorcisms, salt-lined thresholds, burning leaves, and a late-night Halloween movie frame the return of an old love that should have been left in the past. Moody, intimate, and slightly supernatural, the song balances dark humor and romantic tension with an addictive repeated hook: "We should just let this rest in peace / But we don't believe in staying deceased." Ideal for Halloween, supernatural, dark romance, complicated relationships, reunions, obsession, and emotionally charged film/TV scenes.
| Song Length |
2:44 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
| Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations |
Similar Artists |
Paramore |
Lyrics
You loved me like a possession
And left me an apparition
I spent three months exorcising you room by room
Salt along the threshold and iron above the doorframe
I should have known by the burning leaves
I would find you under my porch light
Resurrection season
We should just let this rest in peace
But we don't believe in staying deceased
Resurrection season
October had always belonged to us
You held up a well-worn copy of Halloween
And walked across the threshold
Like you hadn't been a ghost haunting me
I should let you stay dead and buried
But you put your hand around the back of my neck
And ask, "Are you ready to press play?"
Resurrection season
We should just let this rest in peace
But we don't believe in staying deceased
Resurrection season
The opening credits flicker and the room goes dark
The first four minutes is your favorite part
Just as she finds her way into the closet
Your hands find my ribcage, trying to scare me
You have my heart pounding under your fingertips
A summer of holy water down the drain
Resurrection season
We should just let this rest in peace
But we don't believe in staying deceased
Resurrection season
Resurrection season