All our yesterday's have flown
Like birds from winter shores
All the memories we've known
Are fragments and nothing more
Our Summer years have passed us by
Floating on an endless stream
Made from the tears we could not cry
Wrapped close in our inner dreams

If the [bad word] be told
I miss you and if I'd known
I would never have let you go...
Now my dreams are growïng old,
Just as I supposed
If the [bad word] be told...

All our vanities have gone
Wasted so much time with them
Pride the victor all along
Building walls between two friends
It was too high to pull it down
It was too high to climb so far
Now we laugh just like the clown
Who reminds us what a fool we are