Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...

Please listen
Cold and barren is this land...

Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...

But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...

Fall, did you part the sea?
Tread the sand the way you'd speak to me...

The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...

Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...

Monday comes and the work alarm runs circles in my...
I could swear the weekend stayed around no longer...

Some things burn in open flames,
while others prey on glowing embers...

I know this place well by day,
but the waves speak a different tongue by night...