Summer Keepsake

Fading traces in the afternoon

We watch the patterns line the room

Slowly drifting,

lost inside the haze

Tracing shadows

from another place

Oh, we float, we glide away

In the softest light,

the quiet day Oh,

we drift beyond the view

(so far away)

Leaves are turning

on the gravel street

A quiet rhythm underneath our feet No more hurry,

let the colors blend

Starting over

at the very end

Here in the quiet

Under the surface

We find the meaning

Oh,

we float, we glide away

In the softest light,

the quiet day Oh,

we drift beyond the view

(floating with you)

We

float away... (mmmmm)