Summer's slow
Get the songs to work their own
In the heart
I am stranded in the shore
Armor soon becomes sound
And then we're gonna feel better
There's nothing we can do
At night you're already there
Shimmering memories
You're not there, come here
Let's try life in the city
But we know this can't be numbered
Finally
These useless empty sacks
Are still in grey
Smoke stacks are coughing up the product
And the sky inhaled that
It is sick for these dreams
I am
But everyday that I woke up
Just another delay before you say goodbye again