Songtexte Summer Revisited - Fine

Dirty clothes
My face is on the table
I'm writing the summer
The end, there's nothing to say
September
Now I've got all the colours
To rub off the old ones
Such a tiring thing to do
Everlasting season
I wish it did not end but
I don't know the reason
There's nothing to say
Everlasting season
I wish it did not end but
I don't know the reason
I wish I could tell
Dirty clothes
My face is on the table
I'm writing the summer
The end, there's nothing to say
September
Now I've got all the colours
To rub off the old ones
Such a tiring thing to do
Everlasting season
I wish it did not end but
I don't know the reason
There's nothing to say
Everlasting season
I wish it did not end but
I don't know the reason