Where’s the summer? Where’s the sun? Mute the violence Mute the drums Up from highland Down to plum Here november Hopes were high You said you would And so did i You climbed the stairs and waved goodbye And down below The rainy street The drawl of car wheels on autumn leaves I’m full of doubt Still i believe if you’re lucky There comes a bloom That folds the night And fills your room Your victory waltz Your never too soon Gone
Should we return what we became? To be so fearless, To be so brave? The loss in loss Has never changed Entire lives Have gone oppressed And this is surely safe to guess The ghost of living Is worse than death And down below the lonely street And far from there the silver sea And further still, you from me Gone