Summer dies of age   Dark red meadow thirst   She falls down sad and drunk in withered sage   Spreads her breath of hopeless beauty   Smothers ambition, just wants you to sit there and..      Wait as waving hands as clear as ever, say good bye   To places I have been, you are not aware of all your sins   So I wait til sympathy for you is a mere memory   of places I have been, a fragile hope      Folktale dreams disrupted   By autumns relentless pride   Honesty weakens when days grow dark and short   Oh, I'd go away   If you gave me cold farewell   Cause this empty darkness will always stay   When my weekest moments bleed   on ideas and ideals, I used to cheerish..       I wait as waving hands as clear as ever, say good bye   To places I have been, you are not aware of all your sins   So I wait til sympathy for you is a mere memory   of places I have been, a fragile hope      Wet and threatening pines surround me   As I'm running through the night   I'm escaping from darker sides of me   But I don't know where to go.