“Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe cold on our necks.

Snow in our paths wherever she goes. All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last, that's why fireflies flash.

When this summer time ends, we will not part as friends, things were promised in blood we have sinned.

Now there's tears in her eyes as she's screaming goodbyes. I run 'long side the car, turning numb to the sound.

I notice a chill in the air, September is creeping up fast.”