You make me feel an emptiness I never knew was there
And that's fine by me
It was harder just to diagnose than it will be to cure
This malady
Of memory
You've got this funny way of stopping summer from ceasing
These nights alone with you burn on and on, fighting off the imminent, approaching dawn
But summer soon will burn the leaves
For autumn must come soon
And us: consume
But then again...
I know that it's been said before, but I feel it bears repeating
If only just for me
A mournful task it is to sombre break old ties
But we do it readily
"Sensibly"
You've got this ...