I've been thinking through days past
Me and you, summer afternoons
I need to know

Where do the gone things go?
Where do the gone things go?

Drifting through the waves I felt
That sense of loss we never get across
And words can't say

Where do the gone things go?
Where do the gone things go?

Driving on that hillside springtime light
There was no need to tell yourself that all is fine

Where do the gone things go?
Where do the gone things go?

Surely the time knows
Surely the time knows

Queste lagrime e sospiri
Che tu miri
Braman solo o mio gran re
Braman pur poca mercè.

Ces larmes et ces soupirs
Que tu vois
Demandent seulement,
Ô Majesté Demandent seulement un peu de pitié.