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