The Scary Tale on this day Leads us on

What can I say? How naïve, this cliché

The pulse goes on

The end we anticipate.

Some story ends and hurray

Summer begins, what can I say

Call it nature, Call it Fate

How we love to exaggerate

Think of one of your on own reasons why

We are bound, yet alone, just passing by

All we have to give

All we have

All we have to forgive

Swaying to this song

Tonight

Think of one of your own recent tries

We are bound to forget in no time

Think of one of yours gone, for some time

We are to bound to return

Look into my eyes

All we have to give

All we have to forgive All we have to give

All we have

All we have to forgive

All we have, we have