Текст …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – The Summer Of ’91

Lying on the shady grass
Afternoon, there’s always something happening
Friends go floating gently by
I’m listening to a song inside my head

Although the summer’s past, those mythic dreams would never last
Do I care anymore?
And if it makes you sad, remember all the things you have
That can’t be bought

Recollection brings me back
Sad to think it was just a fantasy
We’d already accepted that
Which many others struggled to believe

And though it makes no sense, I know there are no accidents
I have no fear anymore
And if it makes you sad to give up dreams you’ve always had
That can’t be bought
It just can’t be fought

Looking back at ’91, reflecting on those things we could have
Said and done
This dancing lights across a crowd remind us of another town
That’s dead and gone
It’s just dead and gone
It’s just dead and gone
It’s just dead and gone

Take me to that summer past
Tell me, is it really worth remembering?
I realize that music then
Was really just a song inside my head

And though this fun has past, those mythic dreams are meant to last
Have no fear anymore