Lyric

Under the overpass, a rusty bicycle

The sound of wind chimes, a vanished summer

In that sky at the top of the slope

Cumulonimbus clouds, a distant memory

Your voice still echoes

City lights reflected in a puddle

A smiling face flickers at the edge of a sepia-toned film

Ah, we're surely a fleeting blue

A pale gradation before dawn

Holding the impulse of that day close to my heart

Run, run, overtaking the shadows

Knowing that we can never go back

I was singing about the end of summer

The bouncing noise of a record

The smell of rain soaked into the asphalt

I've long since forgotten the name of the flower you gave me

Memories are always liars

Only the beautiful parts are cut out

But those fragments

Keep me alive, this night

Ah, we are surely a fleeting blue

A pale gradation before dawn

Holding the impulse of that day close to our hearts

Run, run, overtaking the shadows

Knowing we can never go back

We sang of the end of summer

The sky from that day is still blue

The us from that day are no longer here

Just the wind blows

Just the wind blows