Walking by strangers
Stranger than me
We talk of the future
Between you and me

Sweet little darling
Where will we be
Sweet little darling
Where will we be

It´s hard to conceive it
All comes to an end
A joke when it´s funny, well...
I laugh and pretend

We´re fools to believe it
We´re fools to try
To slow down this seemingly
Nonstop July