This is summer - some are watching   Understanding the promises   That drift away - they drift away   Nothing to share in low water   Over above an avalanche she falls away      This summer - some are august   Crying far air not to be had   Is this the way is this this the way   More than enough move to the side   Watch him pass he passes by he gets away      If I could lose myself and dream away   Day upon day upon day upon day   In an avalanche she drifts away   Over it's over it's over it's over   I wish we could be together again   Like a play on words