Well, didn't you look sharp with your boots when you met me on the path? From two-tone to downtown Beirut but only halfway back Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf Turned prisons into prisms of the self And what do they know about the springtime or me and you? Born in the midst of the long hot summer we lived through Did they see you run for every rhyme? Did we run for running out of time? When even heroes have to die No one lives forever, love, no one's wise to try We're adding our own wisdom to the shelf Stealing bits of paper, we had help But working away, did we miss the passing of the time? In your own flame you can wither though your passions still outshine Did you read the writing on the wall? Prophesying doom upon us all But even heroes have to die No one lives forever, love, no one's wise to try But hidden in the writing on the wall Many are the beauties of the fall