Photographs are lying in the drawer
Along with every other possible clue
Packed it all away left to turn to grey
Tomorrow I will be over you
Colours are fading as the time goes on
It's only the sky that remains blue
Nights are getting warmer and days feel shorter
I think I just might be over you
Saw you today walking hand in hand
Got a familiar feeling nothing new
Rivers overflowing volcanoes exploding
I think I might not be over you
They say the sun never truly fully sets
You simply have to get used to the view
So I'll do my best to look to the west
And tomorrow I just might be
Tomorrow I might not be over you