I can imagine it
We both have gray hair
You’re thin as a reed
Because you’re always smoking cigarettes
I’m a centimeter shorter
Barely enduring changes in the weather
Every time you make black coffee
You hum something under your breath

Now come back, come back to me
I’ll remind you of what was good
Just come back, come back to me
I’ll remind you of what was good in us
Good

We’re sitting together on the terrace
Wearing our glasses
It’s the end of summer, leaves are turning yellow
Though the mosquitoes still bite us
Behind us, we’ve left nearly everything
But there’s still a little ahead of us
The evening slowly settles in
The kids will come on Tuesday

So come back, come back to me
I’ll remind you of what was good
Just come back, come back to me
I’ll remind you of what was good in us
Good