Lying on the shady grass
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afternoon, theres always something happening
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friends go floating gently by
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i'm listening to a song inside my head
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Although the summer's past
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those mythic dreams would never last
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nor do I care anymore
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and if it makes you sad
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remember all the things you have
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that can't be bought
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Recollection brings me back
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sad to think that it was just a fantasy
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we'd already accepted that
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which many others struggled to believe
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and though it makes no sense
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I know these are no accidents
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I've no fear anymore
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and if it makes you sad
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to give up the dreams you've always had
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that can't be caught
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it just can't be fought.
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Looking back at '91
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reflecting on those things we could have
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said and done
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the dancing lights across a crowd
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remind us of another town
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thats dead and gone
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it's just dead and gone
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Take me to that summer past
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and tell me is it really worth remembering?
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I realize that music then
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was really just a song inside my head.
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And though the fun has past
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those mythic dreams would never last
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have no fear anymore
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and if it makes you cry
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to look ahead, well dry your eyes,
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it can be done
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yes it can be done.
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The Summer Of '91
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |