Here at the end of summer
I watch the days draw in
The pale light so full of questions
That I cannot move on.
Three years of sinking slowly
I can't take another day
I would give anything
To make it go away
There's nothing worth believing anymore
There is no place we haven't been before
The little things that matter pass away
And leave our garden fragrant with decay
It's just empty space inside now.
Under the barren…