I take in your words, too soft in size
And you said "I thought I would always have the time to do with that"
There are branches in your eyes (branches in your eyes)Like the blood from a sunset in July
I can′t wait till summer's gone and passed us by
I can′t wait till summer's gone and passed us by
May the world turn and turn until you shine
But you know, you know I know
That nothing's fine
(But you know, you know I know that nothing′s fine)
