There is always the sound
Are you hearing it too?
How it's weird to leave the town

Empty days without you

There's always a fall

But it happend to soon
How can I see the living all around
When I struggle with you


There's always a clock
Gods beyond a curve

What's the point to give in
To desperation...to desperation


Youth in the sun, drowned in broken sea
Cruising the summer sands
Despite all the bruises coming from the side

You'll always be young, and amused...and amused

I MISS YOU