The Summer Of ’91 – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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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 And if it makes you cry, look ahead, dry your eyes It can be done Yes, it can be done