This is summer - some are watching Understanding the promises That drift away - they drift away Nothing to share in low water Over above an avalanche she falls away
This summer - some are august Crying far air not to be had Is this the way is this this the way More than enough move to the side Watch him pass he passes by he gets away
If I could lose myself and dream away Day upon day upon day upon day In an avalanche she drifts away Over it's over it's over it's over I wish we could be together again Like a play on words
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