Bad news for the future
Under moving water
Waiting for September
In a room with a view
Bad news for the one who
Wanted to take your hand
Who waited for an answer
But never found you again
And don't you think of me
Once in a while like a song?
I'm calling to you
Only the sky could have known
On the fault line, on the constant
Hanging like an afternoon
And the future is a wave
Come to wash us away
Don't you think of me
Once in a while like a song?
I've been calling to you
Only the sky could have known
When you're in the room you slow down the time
Yeah, you do
