it's past 8, the sun has set
hadn't really noticed, never really noticed before
the air is clear
different type of feeling, i'm getting from this evening breeze
and i will remember you
when i dream
the most perfect, most beautiful summer sky
ever seen
the sky is blue
time is going backwards and you are walking forward to me
our tears have dried
the train that you had been on had backed into the station again
we're in my room
you are not awake yet, no, we're both still laying here in my bed
my eyes are closed
backwards kind of feeling, i think you will be leaving me soon
