Lyrics
see the fire of your cigarette
it burns like the afternoon heat of the indian summer, and i would like to say just one thing
the moon and the stars in the sky see no regret
and i'm showing interest in what was just said
chorus
and i want right now forever, but it seems to add up to a fall
but am i to die before the summer ends?
or am i too cynical?
the times they bleed, and it's all such a blur to remember when i get older, if i get older.
or am i to die instead?
see the lines the carpet draws across your face
we'll sit here till the sun would rise, and cast its ugly rays
we would seclude ourselves, we'd shut out all the lights and pretend this would last forever, and we will believe ourselves.
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