In photographs

I've seen him laugh

Man overboard

Sun on his back



Summer was here

I remember it well

How he stood in the shade

How we both kissed and fell



How can this be?

There's nothing left here

How can this be?

There's nothing left here



So sad our

So sad our

So sad our

So sad our

Our memory



Now he talks in his sleep

Says I've never known peace

And I don't know him now

He's a stranger to me



How can this be?

There's nothing left here

How can this be?

There's nothing left here



We were

Never more than a dream

Brief as

Summer or spring

Sweeter than anything