This conversation’s run its course
Now the air is as dry as a bone
But you sit there all smug up high on your throne
While my temper is red and I’m wilfully missing
Well the sun sure is hot but it deepens the shadows
I fear for my kin and the seed of the summer
These weapons we use and the words that run through
It’s worth next to nothing but it means the world to me
I’ll make my excuse and leave
It’s just a stitch in time
At least that’s what I tell myself
I tell too many lies
Well the sun sure is hot but it deepens the shadows
I fear for my kin and the seed of the summer
These weapons we use and the words that run through
It’s worth next to nothing but it means the world to me
Don’t dwell on the promises we make
My energy has waned and my focus has shifted
At an age with far more grace
Now I send you my love with all faith
And no sincerity
Well the sun sure is hot but it deepens the shadows
I fear for my kin and the seed of the summer
These weapons we use and the words that run through
It’s worth next to nothing but it means the world to me