Come waterfall, burning skin
Evaporates into notin
Hard times are [?]
Waiting with the seasonDon't fight the feeling that comes, the cold, the conical drums, the swaying down the hall
Falling onto the tilesLay catching by the sea,
seperation by degrees
Three days of easy livin'
hopin' that the tide would comeBut i, my summer time,
The time is done, but i aint leavin
Six a.m supermarkets shines
And the colours run
Somebody cut me down
The blood ran on the ground
I got them sneakin around technicolour dawn
