Julio's Lament
David Quin
That Summer gone
We were head in hands
On broken strands
We lost all of our plans
Through our hands
We lost our plans
Back in time
Back in space again
A crooked smile is something to behold
I've been told
So, I'll hold you close
And all the times that I was longing for escape
You were making tracks,
Watching the world take shape
Now I'm back
On my feet again
A twisted friend who calls you in the night
It ain't right
You're so bright
And all the times that I was longing for escape
You were making tracks
Watching the world take shape