He always knew her secret language
The things she saw with her own eyes
She would never for a single second
Regret her path and her wild life
What she said was true
She could not explain
She knew what they liked best
It was always true
But on the last night of summer
She said everything with no need of words
She knows this is not the way that the world ends
And I think it’s true
But where was she looking at?
She said it must rain, she said it won’t rain
And she gave meaning to these words
There was something in the harmony of her face
The unknown, he said, but did he really know?
What she said was true
It was always true
But on the last night of summer
She said everything with no need of words
She knows this is not the way that the world ends
And I think it’s true
But where was she looking at?
