Carolina
8 years of falling like a Spanish moth
Disappearing
Into beauty found and beauty lost
So it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight falling on a bed
And there can be no solace in remembering
The words we never said
Faded postcards
Of all the places she loves best
Take her far away
While she presses wrinkles from her carton dress
So it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight falling on a bed
And there can be no solace in remembering
The words we never said
And so it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight crashing to the earth
And there can be no solace in remembering
The way things never heard
