Tekst
Well I'm looking back again
There really is no reason
There was no turning in my head
No treason
Well I'm looking back again
The season grows kinder
I wonder why I'd waste the change
Going back to find her
Have you ever had a dream you loved
Did it ever reach your hands
I'm sure that you know
I never tried to understand
And this place gets so crowded at night
It has a want of tourists
Who come and stay a little while
And leave without notice
Have you ever had a dream you loved
That you couldn't make sense
Of the thing in front of your face
I'm reaching out my hands