summers always swelling

shouldnt have mistaken this sky

understood for -- for loving tonight

and the soaring hair smells like the silhoutte sky

and so do i - so do i

spending years between almost autumns

sleeping on the lawn

spending between almost autumns

getting rained on

oh where

inside and know that it's dry

doors lead us to friends in the hall

oh where our heads are at

smothering minnows to the sea