We were so friendly, singing psalms in the Entry I remember that summer before that September I'm still pretending the funeral is pending When the wind starts moving, I'll listen for your tunings Oh, I still think about it sometimes Oh, I still dream about it sometimes A tragic, happy ending for my schoolboy envy A flower in the concrete, touching all things like lightning It sets itself on fire, but why I can't remember Nobody could find me, so I became nothing Oh, I still think about it sometimes Oh, I still dream about it sometimes Oh, I still think about it sometimes Oh, I still dream about it sometimes Oh, I still think about it sometimes Oh, I still dream about it sometimes Oh, I still think about it sometimes Oh, I still dream about it sometimes