I've travelled far 
and I've stayed in one place 
I've spoken to the night 
and I've kept silent for days 

The changing of colours 
the imposing of age 
I've spoken to the night 
and I've kept silent for days 

When summer [bad word] fall 
it happens to us all 

So many reasons 
and in so many ways 
I've spoken to the night 
and I've kept silent for days 

Going round, 
I'm going round in my head 

Going round in my head 
is just how much I'll miss it when I'm dead