In photographs
I've seen him laugh
Man overboard

Sun on his back

Summer was here

I remember it well
How he stood in the shade
How we both kissed and fell


How can this be?
There's nothing left here

How can this be?
There's nothing left here


So sad our
So sad our
So sad our

So sad our
Our memory


Now he talks in his sleep
Says I've never known peace
And I don't know him now

He's a stranger to me

How can this be?

There's nothing left here
How can this be?
There's nothing left here


We were
Never more than a dream

Brief as
Summer or spring
Sweeter than anything