by the time this finds you
in an urban blazing heat
tarmacs melting
can't find shelter
birds have left the scene
by the time this finds you
the draught has gone for now
the dust has settled
it seems that nothing matters more
than keeping all things going as before
by the time this finds you
magnolia lost its leaves
and i will probably be gone to
somewhere
somewhere in between
by the time this finds you
magnolia lost its leaves
and i will probably be gone to
somewhere
somewhere in between