There is an old bridge in the park near the station,
We met there when fall was about to pass.
I felt the most dull and a lonesome sensation
That our love, like weather, will change and won't last.
You jumping on steel strips, excited, exhaling
And blessed with a very particular mark
While balancing right on the edge of the railings
And looking uncanny in bottomless dark.
Your hair streaming down on your pale stolid face, I
Could feel you as like you were thunder, oh my...
I've seen you in headlights of cars passing by
Mischievous smile, indisputable grace.
With growing and strengthening desperate temptation
Will I meet you ever again? - I have asked.
There is an old bridge in the park near the station,
We met there when fall was about to pass.
We met there when fall was about to pass
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