At this time of the year
The skies are mostly gray and overcast
A steady wind blows relentlessly
And time is passing by so fast

Let the rain purge the land, wash it all away
The days are getting shorter
A long white foamy band, my solitary vessel plows
Through the turbid, green water

Looming large, in the distance
Snow topped mountains are drifting by
The whole scenery immersed
In a surreal yellow late afternoon light

I've been here before, I know this scene
There are jellyfish in the foam
And then it all came back to me
How the wind played his gentle game

Nebulized and beguiled me
With your wisps sweet with lemon
And the bruisers on your chin
Spoke the truth about our everything

And spared you a sermon, I've been here before
I know this scene and the waning northern summer light
Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye
The setting sun's last desperate rays
Illuminating this tragic story's grade