And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car

Do you remember? We ran, put our feet in the water We danced, didn't care who could see We sang every song to each other Summer would end, but not for me I still feel the hope in your kisses I still feel the sun on your skin I swear I was holdin' forever

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

From my mouth Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside, And he sang about what I'd become He sang so loud, sang so clear I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with

We are the Edema Ruh We know the songs the sirens sang See us dream every tale true The verse we leave with you will take you home One by one we light the candles of this show One by one, enter the theatre of the primal birth Silently watch the planetary

(Did you follow your, follow your fire?) We had the songs that we sang along to You had the moves to make me dance with you I always saw you reaching and catching stars We had the thing that everyone wanted Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it

The gress as green as it always was that sinister day Blackbird sang their songs as they always did that black-letter day The day we passed the great gate for the very last time I did not look back, I knew we'd stay I knew they I would not let us go

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in From across the sea It lingered there to touch your hair And walk with me All summer long We sang a song And then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts

Dear life, I'm holding on Dear life, I'm holding on, uh How long must I wait Before the thrill is gone, uh You sang your swan song to the dogs 'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on So you cut it out, well your sins cost While

For a better day And we sang our song for the little thing Running it down the line Wish you could find that love is a fragile thing Magic calm from a pretty thing Maybe it might be time I saw your face Magic calm, but the joy you bring Paint on a