Playing Fields - Chicane, Kate Walsh

Softly the end of summer

Gives us her last rays

To remember all the thunder

Of our glory days

Breaking through the clouds before us

Glimmers her last days

Oceans mirror

Light reflects horizons far away

A sudden vision to turn this day around

We’ll keep hold of every fading summer

Softly the end of summer

Gives us her last rays

To remember all the thunder

Of our glory days

Distance and time are moving

Gathering their speed

We are safe in here and now

This moment’s all we need

We’ll climb the highest mountain we can find

We’ll never let the lights go down around us

When the day turns into night

Never let the sunset die

You can feel your spirit fly

We’ll keep hold of every fading summer

Softly the end of summer

Gives us her last rays

To remember all the thunder

Of our glory days

Distance and time are moving

Gathering their speed

We are safe in here and now

This moment’s all we need

We’ll climb the highest mountain we can find

We’ll never let the lights go down around us