Brett Anderson — P Marius

As I sit and watch
The summertime
And the shadow of
The cranes
By the branches of
The cedar tree
And the beating of
The day.

You are the rose
Within my soul,
You are the reason
Why the wind blows.
By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again.

And we’ll sit under
The cedar tree
As the city
Fades away
By the places
Where the blossom falls
And the shadow of
The cranes.

You are the rose
Within my soul,
You are the reason
Why the rain flows.
By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again.