When the summer is young

and nobody has their prices

No one is no one

and nobody in a crisis

There's no swimming past the drop-off

or feeling sorry for yourself

Ya don't go swimming past the drop-off

or else



Yer a pistol, yer a gun

and suddenly I have no prices

I'm like a friend of Dylan's

our shovels meeting in some crisis

But there's no swimming past the drop-off

Yea we don't replace ourselves

Ya don't go swimming past the drop-off

or else



The fates are amok and spun, measured and cut and the past is meant to please us

Yer a comet from earth in a Kiss Alive shirt saying, ‘holy fuck, it's jesus!?'

The surface is green and the dark interweaves in a lonely iridescence

It's terribly deep and the cold is complete and it only lacks a presence

and nothing else.



When the summer is done

and nobody sympathizes

Yer no friend of Dylan's

Yea, you won't see another crisis

There's no swimming past the drop-off

or feeling sorry for ourselves

Ya don't go swimming past the drop-off

or else



Personal stakes will get raised and get raised til your story gets compelling

If you lacked the sense or were willfully dense is forever in the telling

The surface is green and the dark interweaves in a lonely iridescence

It's terribly deep and the cold is complete and it only lacks your presence

and nothing else

nothing else

nothing else

and no one else