Do you remember August eyes? The warm, warm songs Of wind and sun Blowing perfect rings Out of flowerings Into clouds and shade On our summer days
Oh no, oh no We can't go back to it Oh no, oh no
La, la, la, la We split our split our hearts in two La, la, la, la We should have stayed here
We had been so long The grass bent for our bodies And grew into a cave around us It was the tiny strokes That called to us to get up But don't all things come to an end, to an end?