Текст песни I Had to Say This - The Clientele

Nightingales all summer long
Beside me in my mind
One and one is nine, the moon
The June, moths, and the quiet

I have never really been here
If I am alive
Am I just a photograph
Inside a printed night?

How much further can we drive?
And how much can I take?
Am I just a monograph
Inside a printed shape?