I've travelled far
and I've stayed in one place
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days
The changing of colours
the imposing of age
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days
When summer becomes fall
it happens to us all
So many reasons
and in so many ways
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days
Going round,
I'm going round in my head
Going round in my head
is just how much I'll miss it when I'm dead
vikingur
