Текст песни Afternoon - Snowapple

I said afternoon,
But it was not so.
The afternoon was something else
Which had already gone,
And the light shrugged its shoulders like a girl.

Afternoon,
It is useless,
It's not true.
It's a half moon made of lead, she will never come
She was little and she ate pomegranates.
Afternoon.

And the light as everyone sees it
Plays at being a statue with the mad, mad boy.
I can't take her in my arms.
Won't she come, won't she come?
What was she like?