No sense of time in these poetic mornings
Taste of salt on skin
No words of mine in these our first moments
Sight of sweat on skin
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade
No time to cry in these our quiet longings
Sound of s** on skin
History lost in this our forlorn future
Smell of d**h on skin
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade
In summer rain, we cannot dry our eyes
In summer rain, we cannot see it's our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, only our time
This is our time, a summer serenade, washed away
Feel the cold silver rain cut like torches on our faces
As we reach to touch each other through the
Sheets of torrid haze
Float away into silence
Rise together Broken Liquid
As we drift above the hillsides where
We held our first embrace
Bring us back bring us back
Back before this serenade
Bring us back bring us back
Back before summer rain
Washed away