Bicycles have drifted through these
Leaves still wet with rain
August now has faded
In the silence of the rain
I remember one Sunday
Riding in through the gate
Three balloons in a white sky
nineteen seventy-eight
Playgrounds where we spent our days
Return within our dreams
What it is
It isn't up to me
I've been driving in my car
On Sunday in the rain
And my life is slipping so...away
[00:10.92]Bicycles have drifted through these
[00:15.70]Leaves still wet with rain
[00:20.66]August now has faded
[00:25.43]In the silence of the rain
[00:54.92]I remember one Sunday
[00:59.35]Riding in through the gate
[01:04.60]Three balloons in a white sky
[01:11.40]nineteen seventy-eight
[01:35.83]Playgrounds where we spent our days
[01:40.12]Return within our dreams
[01:44.89]What it is
[01:47.32]It isn't up to me
[01:54.27]I've been driving in my car
[01:58.75]On Sunday in the rain
[02:03.61]And my life is slipping so...away