Walking by strangers
      Stranger than me
      We talk of the future
      Between you and me

      Sweet little darling
      Where will we be
      Sweet little darling
      Where will we be

      It's hard to conceive it
      [bad word] to an end
      joke when it's funny, well...
      I laugh and pretend

      We're fools to believe it
      We're fools to try
      To slow down this seemingly
      Nonstop July

 Paul Waaktaar-Savoy. 1990