Over Not Slower

Trees looking over me,
No noise just the breeze,
They observe quietly.
Old, as old as can be,
Full of stories,
The bark barks one at me:
«It'll be over before you know it.
It’ll be over before you know it.
So your suppressed love, you should just show it.
Because it’ll be over, not slower,
So love and live this life like it is
Almost gone.
Like it’s almost gone.
Like it’s almost gone because it’ll be over,
Not slower,
So maybe it’s time you got to know her.»
Blank staring at the lake,
Open eyes are not awake,
Remember to take off the thought lenses
You wear
Behind your life like glare
To see truly what’s there.
Because it’ll be over before you know it.
It’ll be over before you know it.
So that suppressed love, you should show it.
Because it’ll be over, not slower,
So love and live this life like it is
Almost gone.
Like it’s almost gone.
Like it’s almost gone because it’ll be over,
Not slower.
If you’ve got dreams of London,
Find a way to go there.
You should go there.