prophets.. slightly modified
..but if it ever came down to one day,
one day left in a thousand,
the last good times of summer,
are the last few minutes of warmth,
remember what it was like to enjoy our time,
before we all go back to the world and conform,
before our eyes turn grey again,
and we forget what it was ever like to feel awake, to feel awake
one day left in a thousand,
the last good times of summer,
are the last few minutes of warmth,
remember what it was like to enjoy our time,
before we all go back to the world and conform,
before our eyes turn grey again,
and we forget what it was ever like to feel awake, to feel awake