I know it's true that the other is gentle
Nothing's wrong with a truth that never withhold
So let me say to you, I'll be seeing you in September
Leaving it all behind and coming home
The surface of the sea, the eyes of the center
The actors of life that never get old
Here we go again, without the other
He said he wasn't real, but he missed what he didn't know
Let me say to you, I'll be seeing you in December
Putting on my shoes and settling down on my own
The surface of the trees, the undiscovered
I know it's true, and I'm coming home
The surface of the sea, the eyes of the center
The actors of life that never get old
I know it's true, the undiscovered
Putting on my shoes, I'm coming home