don't the days get shorter as the nights they get so long?
been here before always feels like something beautiful's gone
the hardest thing is letting go to what you loved, what you've known
the long goodbye takes hours maybe years
here we are again late summer
this is not the end late summer
now leave the place you love
with the black northeastern sky above
here we are again late summer
moonlight wild on the ocean's face
waves on the shore, i'm trying to fill the space you were before
when the season is new there's nothing, nothing you wouldn't do
to hold and keep each shining moment and every dream
here we are again late summer
this is not the end late summer
now leave the place you love
with the black northeastern sky above
here we are again late summer
don't the days get shorter as the nights they get so long?
been here before always feels like something beautiful is gone