- cifra   
  
      
   Ah-ah-ah 
    How your restless hungry eyes 
 Speak of cloudy summer skies 
 The morning dew 
 Turns into rain 
 Lonely winds will call my name   
 Dying leaves of seasons brown 
 Losing life as they drift down 
 Too soon in life 
 Return to earth 
 Only they can know their worth   
 Distant dreams of things to be 
 Wandering thoughts that can't be free 
 I feel my mind 
 Turning away 
 To the darkness of my day