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