Summers Never Seem To Last - The Postmarks

Our glass

is half-full as we lie

side by side

upon the sand

beneath the sky

hourglass

sand falling too fast

let’s lay it on its side for

awhile

our glass

has been

turned on its side

the contents spilled

but it’s still half-filled

hourglass

has been

turned upside-down

and the time is running away

our glass

is half-empty

the sand is slipping through

the spaces in our hands

the clouds float by across the sky

as the hours fly past

summers they never

seem to last

hourglass

is half-empty

the sand is slipping through

the spaces in our hands