The summer air will slowly drag you down And never let you up Lied in an ocean but you never drowned Now own a salty tongue
Turn on the lights You see The darkness always finds you Sit against this tree And wait For something to look forward to Old sorrows that will stir again ignite Into light in pale suns
Turn on the lights You see The darkness always finds you Sit against this tree And wait For something to look forward to And so they go And die The same way they always lived You live You might You lose In spite There's no end in sight There's got to be a way to fade away There's gotta be an end
