It's a warm and sunny afternoon in JulynI look out of the bus's dirty windownCars and highwaynBusy mondaynThe man in the next seat smells of sweatnThere's not much to donI'll lean back and try to enjoy itnnBut wait a minutenSuddenly the bus is slowing downnI try to see why but the traffic aheadnHas stopped and formed into a linennThere's a flower in a crack of the asphaltnAnd the cars drive around it to let it grownIt seems strange to me but somehow familiarnI had seen it in you...nnIt's a warm and starlit summernight in JulynI look out through the diner's dirty windownEmpty streetsnAnd late night feesnOrder coffee that tastes like sour teanThere's not much to do, my seat's plasticnAnd I think I'm stucknnA ragged woman with no shoesnLimps through the diner's doornShe reaches for the lightswitch as fast as she cannThe place goes black and I wonder what fornnThere's a swarm of fireflies coming closernAnd they light up everything that was ever darknIt is beautiful and strange but familiarnI had seen it in you...