There is always the sound,
Are you hearing it too
How it´s weird living inside the town.
Empty days without you.

There is always a fall
But it happened too soon.
How can I see the living all around,
When I struggle with you

There is always a clock
Gods beyond, by the curve
What´s the point to give in
To desperation? to desperation...

Youth in the sun drowned in broken seas
Cruising the summer sands
Despite all the bruises coming from the side
You´ll always be young and amused (and amused)

I miss you...