This is just life, how I see it now,
do sunsets mean hope or despair,
in the darkest of night or depth of winter,
there’s no longer an invincible summer, that was once there,
this is just love how I feel it now,
recognised in only absence and fear,
in the brightest of days the false invincible summer,
nothing is real and nothing is clear,
this is just life, how I live it now,
instrumentals on heart strings left them pouring,
no matter, apparently, the darkest nights end.
Then go on to give rise to the brightest mornings.