This is telling of every life I hope to find
Gentle hearts on a wild wind, we're safe inside
Panelled wood, you know we should be
All the good, we always could be here
Tucked away from every single shade of gray
That we were told to fear
Around this table, what will save us?
Summer's gone with this photo on the front lawn
Smoke and lavender keeping every single sound
Dream a way to get back but wake not knowing how
Carrot greens, and open screen doors
You and me, there seems to be more here
Light a match and watch it burn this day to ash
We scatter through the year
Around this table, night will leave us
Summer's gone, did someone count the days wrong?
This is telling of every life I hope to find
Gentle hearts on a wild wind, we're safe inside