you took my hand
no words were left to speak
walking towards the setting sun
we both remained in silence, kept alive by dying for each other
no more dreams needed to be fulfilled
they all became reality that summer night
no tomorrow, just here and now
we went through a lifetime that night and the world was out of sight
it's nothing but a tale signifying nothing
full of sound and fury
what we had become is dead
summer's leaves once full of life fell down in autumn's shade
your wounding words of thoughts about the future killed our dreams
i petrified and you just stared
now summer is as far away as it possibly could be
it's nothing but a tale signifying nothing
full of sound and fury
what we've become is dead
and from the remnants of july the fall is rising
where will it lead me to?
anyway i realize each day is great because of being alive
all the strain i felt before
is now, like sand, washed upon the shore
everything's gonna be alright
the sun breaks through golden fields of dust