Acollective - Idiom Autumn lyrics

Clear out the path now Let snow hit the streets Let bygones be bygones Let the ceased be deceased I put my best foot forward I put my foot in my mouth One shot in the arm and one shot in the dark And I won't make her back hurt And I hold what is true And in time we're bound to discover Summer days are through Three times a week Go run through the park A normal well being An e-mail account And I'll wear the dirtiest jeans And I'll take the weirdest of dreams If all is for nothing I'll take nothing at all And I won't make her back hurt And I hold what is true And in time we're bound to discover Summer days are through