May
And so we met, along the way,
Where all the people met that May.
And so we met, I won't forget,
Although it might be pretty sad.
We met and went along the way,
And nor did any have a say,
To say "Hello" and shout "Goodbye",
We didn't bother to reply...
But days do flow, and so does life.
We met in August, time does fly.
You nod, I do, we nodded, jeez,
I miss this feeling, oh, I miss.
I don't know you, nor you do me,
My head does drown in fanta-sea.
You walk in red, all in my head,
I walk with you, oh, am I dead?
The time does flow. September came,
We nod, we talk, and we do well.
Yet none of us will start a say,
We have no fay, no strength and fay.
It came along. The time did pass.
I see no trails, you on path.
The snow hid soil, hid the road,
There are no words, there's not a nod...
The spring is here. I wander sole.
I'm lonely now, I have no soul.
It was a dream, a perfect time,
It was so good to see your smile...
But times do pass. You are no more.
The path is gone, I mourn much more,
I seek the cure for your absence.
I seek you nod, I seek your sense.