The summer is here again
We're silently sitting where the rails cross
There's shelter from the wind, white sky
Turning words around
Like playdough, we're thinking
That we are seeing the same face
Of a snow man
Conveniently remembering
only a half-truth about how free we really are
Should we spend this summer like this
Patterns repeating in the shadow of parks
Should we spend this summer like this
In the autumn you've got new things
Archeological diggings and everything else
The death of a (summer*) cat
touched us, a veil of fog landed above the town
Inhaling
The last cigarette
The stumbling passerbys without remembering their names
Your hand in mine
What will they say about us
Mikko saw too much, he must've guessed, didn't say anything on the May Day
Didn't say anything
Should we spend this summer like this
Patterns repeating in the shadow of parks
Should we spend this summer like this
In the autumn you've got new things
Archeological diggings and everything else
Should we spend this summer like this
Should we spend this summer like this
Patterns repeating in girls' scarves
Should we spend this summer like this
Soon everyone's gonna have new things
Pale faces, Silent Sams of the winter