I do remember, you, walking by the shore Then I came close, and listen up your voice God damn! you were sixteen, That pretty elder storm Some other deadspot, a charming way to fall The sun, the breeze, a kiss right on your rosy cheeks The birds, who fly into deep sea Your raise and fall, your thousand ways to go from me The times you baptized my ghosts And then you did speak, man I gotta bite that tongue You felt like warm wind, like fearing death no more Cuz If you keep chasing madness in the way I did before You will end up burying down my corpse Is the way you, talk to me when I'm gone It was end of summer and we both keep dreaming on you It was end of summer but your skin was turning to light blue Oh, it was end of summer but it's long time since you turned cold It was end of summer and we both keep dreaming on you