when the melancholy comes back I occasionally think of us.
all in all it is way better now though
the tree in the backyard speaks in silence.
there is no death.
your yearning is aimed into the cold dark
stars have lost their anonymity
i wish i could forget
how i wish i could forget

new old friends i meet
i have always alredy loved them
first you get older
then you regret
but there is hope at the horizons
lets make this reality.
lets make it rock