In the midday you’ll hear summer groan
Of how she misses years of old.
Her temperament’s been stretched so thin,
Revealing signs of silent discontent.
Yet you pretend she likes it like this.

Don’t turn it down;
Let the oceans rise high forever.
It’s drowning out
The sounds of everyone whispering to each other


And I’m wondering…
How far from shore
Can we be sure
We won’t be the ones going under
For the others who stay afloat?

Don’t turn it down;
Let the oceans rise high forever.
It’s drowning out
The sounds of everyone whispering to each other

About where we will go when it overflows.