...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
The Summer Of ’91
Lying on the shady grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends go floating gently by
I'm listening to a song inside my head
Although the summer's past
Those mythic dreams would never last
Do I care anymore?
And if it makes you sad, remember all the things you have
Can't be bought
Recollection brings me back
Sad to think it was just a fantasy
We'd already accepted that
Which many others struggled to believe
And though it makes no sense, I know there are no accidents
I have no fear anymore
And if it makes you sad to give up dreams you've always had
That can't be bought
It just can't be fought
Looking back at '91, reflecting on those things we could have
Said and done
This dancing lights across a crowd remind us of another town
That's dead and gone
It's just dead and gone
It's just dead and gone
It's just dead and gone
Take me to that summer past
Tell me, is it really worth remembering?
I realize that music then
Was really just a song inside my head
And though this fun has past
Those mythic dreams are meant to last
I have no fear anymore
And if it makes you cry, look ahead, dry your eyes
It can be done
Yes, it can be done