When the sun greets the moon, 
some go to bed 
some will get up soon 

Summer field of grain 
Is all that remains 
Of childhood fairy tales 

Everything reminds me of you 
Everything reminds me of you 
Everything means nothing to me 
Since you’re not around 
Nothing really matters 

Sunday afternoon 
Reminiscing about the past 
An early love cocoon 

Summer hurricane 
Is all that remains 
Of your shelter from the rain 

Everything reminds me of you 
Everything reminds me of you 
Everything means nothing to me 
Since you’re not around 
Nothing really matters 

One for time 
Two for a memory 
Three for the moon 
Four for a remedy 
Five for a dollar 
Six for bones 
Seven for a train 
Of secret thoughts 
Eight for shelter 
Nine for a fish 
Ten for a bird 
You must not miss