A summer of John Wayne getting older, reel after reel, 
and playing old soldiers with old wounds, you know how 
that feels. 
And a summer of searching the underworld, an arrow in 
my heel, 
and the winding down of days, 
and the speeding up of time won't change.

But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to 
embers.

And these weather conversations and small talk, steal 
my hours away, and I gave away my best to strangers day 
after day, 
and the winding down of days, 
and the speeding up of time won't change.

But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to 
embers.

Your love is a cold, cold place my dear 
the seasons change those ghosts appear 
and every sound is an echo of yesterday. 
And suddenly I fall through the cracks in time 
and I'm standing here with your hand in mine 
and I turn around to see you there's no one there.

But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
You will forget but I will always remember, the time.