Chicane - Playing Fields (Beatless Demo)

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 moments all we need. We'll climb the highest mountain we can find, Will never let the lights go down around us...