Whistling through the summer time
School can whistle for my return
I´ve got plans and I´ve got schemes
To live and I´ve got love to burn
The girl I´ve got, she laughs a lot

She asks me what I mean
I paint the perfect pciture...
The deathbed of my dreams

Rocking rolling riding
We fell down the stairs
Found a note in her picture book
"the deathbed of despair"
Where´s my girl? Where did she go?
I could not foresee
Seems so in the distance now
The deathbed of my dreams
To know what´s right
To know what´s real
Is simple if you´re willing
To live and to die a man
Is just the same as living

The Autumn wind brings me no chill
I lean towards its warm embrace
The road it lies before us now
It runs beyond what´s dealt by fate
My wife she comes and holds me near
She looks at me and beams
I close my eyes and I reprise
The deathbed of my dreams