This is summer - some are watching

Understanding the promises

That drift away - they drift away

Nothing to share in low water

Over above an avalanche she falls away



This summer - some are august

Crying far air not to be had

Is this the way is this this the way

More than enough move to the side

Watch him pass he passes by he gets away



If i could lose myself and dream away

Day upon day upon day upon day

In an avalanche she drifts away

Over its over its over its over

I wish we could be together again

Like a play on words