When red is blue and orange is green,
When summer’s come to an end
And frost has touched the wind,
When the world I knew is now no more,
As the desert land where
Once the sea made shore
When ghosts from the distant past,-
When your face keeps coming back…
The season’s too fast fading,
The road is running empty,
And the swallows flight is flying,
Lonely is no place to be.
Where you are matters not,
Still I’m here surrounded by you.