There is always the sound
Are you hearing it too?
How it's weird to leave the town
Empty days without you
There's always a fall
But it happend to soon
How can I see the living all around
When I struggle with you
There's always a clock
Gods beyond a curve
What's the point to give in
To desperation... To desperation
Youth in the sun, drowned in broken sea
Cruising the summer sands
Despite all the bruises coming from the side
You'll always be young, and amused... And amused
I miss you