That one song that always plays,
Reminding me of time slipping away.
Of sounds heard , of times of luck,
Of hisses , of tracks , of the summer’s glory .
Song of joy , song of melancholy ,
Song of remembrance , song of benevolence.
How do you fit every trend?
How do you fit all of my mind’s bends?
And I always remember my golden summer,
And how I tried to make it stay,
Like holding sand in my hands,
Alas , winter has dethroned lovely trance.
But tell me this dear song,
Will I make the summers stay?
Or will they always slip away?Or even in the winters the summer within is here to stay?
/* The song I'm talking about is trains by porcupine tree. It is strange how this song has marked my life . It has a certain melancholy to it and also a certain joy to it that makes it fit for every situation. In the song , Steven Wilson sings , ' Always the summers are slipping away , find me a way to make it stay. ', as if saying that none of the good times will last , and it seems like he's crying in vain for a way to make it stay. And I wonder , what if you stop looking for happiness i.e the summer outside , and start looking for it inside. Then even the coldest winters will not affect the summers inside you. The last line is inspired by an Albert Camus quote. */