I’m looking out the window
The cold summer has begun
Blooming flowers on fruit trees
Tired face in the mirror
cracked like the earth in a drought
Hair like autumn leaves fall to the feet
They’re about to get winter snow
When spring comes nothing will be the same
Someone else will enjoy summer rain
We won’t be any younger though our hearts beat to the rhythms of Palaye Royale
We won’t be any younger though our souls think otherwise
Let them err in their judgment
This is the only thing that saves us
