Walking by stranger
Stranger than me
We talk of the future
Between you and me

Sweet little darling
Where will we be
Sweet little darling
Where will we be

It�s hard to conceive it
All comes to an end
A joke when it�s funny, well�
I laugh and pretend

We�re fools to believe it
We�re fools to try
To slow down this
Seemingly non-stop july