And I wake up in the sunrise with sand in my hair.
And there is your voice that echoes still in my head.
Though I recall the things you promised I cannot believe
That you are standing 'neath the linden once again.
And I'm walking down the sight, walking rush hours flow.
And in the windows your reflection linger still.
You might return one lovely morning, but will you be changed
When you are standing 'neath the linden once again.
Since time is a thief, I'm out in my reckoning.
Though I'm saving every second they're slowly turning into sand.Еще Youn Sun Nah