in the midst of a damp summer 

a midnight talking through frosted glass 

tea time stagnance with a lover's fragrance 

is all but forced, its time to last 



what i saw in your eyes clear 

inside me sparks revolving answers 

so bitch, complain, but i cant explain 

why when you go a damp summer follows 



water standing on my heart 

forever waiting worlds apart 

strings of pearls casting down and pose 

like a spinning fanblade in a thousand tears 

dripping in my eyes, from one cloud outside 

looking back sing monotone 

but is left to give all alone. 



so bitch, complain, but i cant explain 

why when you go a damp summer follows 



on the seaside sewer drain 

strikes of a thousand tears is torture 

but i cant just avoid this moisture 

optimistic things will change 

because i have seen stranger things 

stranger than a thousand tears is torture 

but i cant seem to avoid this moisture.