Текст песни
I've lost sight of the future's ways
My travels lead to my yesterdays
I'm not alone in this memory land
I still see her, I still feel her hand
Those days of summer
Running through the rain to the bales of straw
We tumble in a heap and we laugh
As we have never laughed before
Settling for the night the very best we can
We fumble in our sleep, safe again,
No-one would ever find us here at all
Think of all the things we'd do
If we could do them anew
She's the train that I never took
The fading face with the goodbye look
She's the ghost of the seasons past
The very first who will be the last
These days of summer
Running through the rain to the bales of straw
We tumble in a heap and we laugh
As we've never laughed before
Settling for the night the very best we can
We fumble in our sleep, safe again,
No-one would ever find us here at all