The tears we lived in soak and ripple through
The years we danced in a blur
Eating soft fruit in another dimly-lit room
I get shy when you look at me
When I look out the window and the day is hot
I dream of rain, someone knocking at the door again
A cloud on the horizon
Picking off the petals of summer nostalgia
My broken love in despair
I walk down the road as the sun burns
Blowing with the flute, I watch the lonely sun
A river of memories fading as I see my shadow
An angel in the field, in a poisoned painting
I\'m trying to breathe through the pain
The love leaving my heart
An incandescent murmur, bleeding watercolour
Picking off the petals of summer nostalgia
My broken love in despair.