I think itâ??s over now, I think itâ??s ending
I think itâ??s over now, I think itâ??s ending
There is sometimes a later secondary phase

I have been told that sometimes it can last for days
The future just reflects the best


Reality is only temporary, reality is only temporary
A process imitating things that went before
Without a satisfying answer anymore

But summer winds have come and gone without a flaw

At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday

I remember the taste of you
Sweet in my mouth, late... late in the year


I think itâ??s over now, I think itâ??s ending
I think itâ??s over now, I think itâ??s ending
A trip that doesnâ??t need a ticket or a bed

All kinds of thoughts are running up and down my head
And everything is smelling sweeter than a rose