The Linden

And I wake up in the sunrise with sand in my hair
And there is your voice that echoes still in my head
Though I recall the things you promised I can not believe
That you are standing 'neath the linden once again
And I'm walking down the sight, walking rush hours flow
And in the windows your reflection linger still
You might return one lovely morning, but will you be changed
When you are standing 'neath the linden once again
Since time is a thief
I'm out in my reckoning
Though I'm saving every second they're slowly turning into sand
And I wake up in the sunrise with sand in my hair
And there is your voice that echoes still in my head
Though I recall the things you promised I can not believe
That you are standing 'neath the linden once again
And I'm walking down the sidewalk in rush hours flow
And in the windows your reflection linger still
You might return one lovely morning, but will you be changed
When you are standing 'neath the linden once again
Though I'm saving every second they're slowly turning into sand
Since time is a thief, I'm out in my reckoning
Though I'm saving every second they're slowly turning into sand