Locomotive - Coming Down, Love Song For The Dead Ché Lyrics
I think it’s over now, I think it’s endingI think it’s over now, I think it’s endingThere is sometimes a later secondary phaseI have been told that sometimes it can last for daysThe future just reflects the bestReality is only temporary, reality is only temporaryA process imitating things that went beforeWithout a satisfying answer anymoreBut summer winds have come and gone without a flawAt the dawn of an ordinary SundayI remember the taste of youSweet in my mouth, late... late in the yearI think it’s over now, I think it’s endingI think it’s over now, I think it’s endingA trip that doesn’t need a ticket or a bedAll kinds of thoughts are running up and down my headAnd everything is smelling sweeter than a rose