Lyrics:

Innes

They passed me by in
Quiet talk
Hand in hand on a
Summer walk

They don't think they're overheard
But I hear their every word

She wants to know if he will love her
'Til the day he dies
But how can he see the future
When he's looking in
Her eyes

I was born in the spring
Of this year
Warmed by the sun
And the winds that brought me here

(instrumental)

There's no expression
On my face
And no footsteps
Leave my trace
They passed me by in quiet talk
Hand in hand on a summer walk

(sound of a dentist's drill)