Lyrics
Last of the gang to go
Last person in the group to depart
Burning up with morning light
Intensely illuminated by the morning sunlight
The room of a hundred lives
A space filled with numerous experiences or stories
Through the window, a song that guides me blindly on
A song outside the window guiding the speaker blindly
And we don't care that no year is for sure
Unconcerned about uncertain years ahead
Or that our best friends are berserk
Best friends are unpredictable or wild
The summer air will be thick with memory
Summer air saturated with memories
When I'm wrong
Admitting mistakes
And when I'm lost
Feeling lost
When the road is long
When facing a long journey
I know who will lead me through the dark
Confident in someone guiding through difficult times
No time is too much
No amount of time is excessive
For the young and unrushed
For the youthful and unhurried
And with every July the sun breaks through the night
July brings sunlight even in the darkest night
And we don't care that no year is for sure
Unperturbed by the uncertainty of time
Or that our best friends are berserk
Accepting eccentricity in close friendships
The summer air will be thick with memory
Summer air filled with nostalgic moments
Last of the gang to go
Last one to leave a group
A star explodes in the field
An astronomical event symbolizing a significant change
Never alone again
Never feeling isolated again
The days, the days, the days don't end
Emphasis on the perpetual nature of days
And I've been thinking about the lost years
Reflecting on time lost in the past
Haunting, blinding, they add up
Pervasive and blinding impact of haunting memories
I won't make that mistake again
Learning from past mistakes
Won't make that mistake again
Commitment to avoiding the same mistakes
No borders form around a life
Life is not restricted by boundaries
We're free to roam the winding nights
Freedom to explore during the night
Look at the borrowed, look at the blue
Observing borrowed things and the color blue
How we wait inside the waiting room
Waiting patiently in the waiting room of life
Older now but never old
Maturing but maintaining youthful spirit
On a summer day, a son comes home
A son returns home on a summer day
The days, the days, the days don't end
Emphasis on the enduring nature of days
The days, the days, the days don't end
Reiteration of the perpetual quality of days
Days, the days, the days don't end
Repetition emphasizing the endless nature of days
Days, the days, the days don't end
Continued emphasis on the perpetuity of days
Don't end
The days do not come to an end
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