Lyrics:

McLagan

Please don't ask me how I know
the times before I met you long ago
If I could sit quite still, the times would pass me by
I'd sit quite still and pass the time I have with you.

The summer evening s ?alters? everywhere.

Just like before, we'll meet again, when we can think of long agos and worlds apart that were, but are no more.

Every do-what in my head...