Summer is ending, and the days are getting longer
As we walk towards the dawn, clumsy and stumbling
As songs lose all meaning, and paintings lose color
We grew up despite each other
The days go on
But winter has not come quite yet
It may be that nothing is wrong
I wouldn't discount us just yet
Now I'm reading you loud and clear
Shedding fears and countin' down the years
While tending a garden of ulcers and ground molars
And we're so far away from what we're meant to be
Whatever that could mean
Somehow I know you've got the best of me
The days go on
But winter has not come quite yet
It may be that nothing is wrong
I wouldn't discount us just yet
And one day we'll make it, past the horizon
Searching for faces that we used to know
That never seem to show

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN