Mary says she feels the Winter coming in She sniffs the cooling air like some old dog She says the problem with these Endless Summers Is Endless Summers always have to end She packs a pen inside an empty pocket She says it’s all she’s ever going to need “I’ll write a book of poems if I go hungry” She looks around just once before she leaves
Everybody’s always saying Goodbye Everybody’s got some place to leave Goodbye, goodbye
Beheaded suns will light her crooked pathway Six-pointed stars illuminate her road Amputee moons guide her through her darkest nights And silver armies help to ease her load She says the problem with these Endless Summers Is Endless Summers always have to end The thinning sky is throwing loveless shadows The Summer’s gone and Autumn’s almost spent
Goodbye, goodbye Everybody always says goodbye
Mary smells the Winter coming in She smells it on the cooling breezeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
