There's no snow in the winter here
Rain in the spring
No need to deliver a crush on the way through the leaves
Looking over the window sill, she says what she sees
Last sands are beginning to flow on the waves of the breeze
It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath
Clouds on the horizon, but the sun is overhead
Below where an ocean goes, a river makes a bed
Figure out what it's all about, falling in a dream
Hard souls on the surface streets step heavy on the seam
It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath
The light of the night
The feel of the cold
Spheroid Saturn with a patchwork pattern
Never fitting in the mold
It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath
It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath