Hunter g k thompson - Springtide summer lyrics

Your brothers on your doorstep of your front porch. Have journeyed from their homes in the moon burned shores. Rid themselves of travel and all their clothes. Have come to rest in armlengths, to hear their fortold Though our hands will grow worn, though our day has past since you've been born, although our lives are getting old, the window to my heart will never close. My love for you to hold They ask us for our secrets, our stories retold, of how our lives we could enjoy despite growing old Though our hands are getting worn, though our day has past since you've been born, though our lives are getting old, the window to my heart will never close. My love for you to hold Throughout our springtide summer our days, we're sleeping tonight. Anticipation's for the sea, we're the only thoughts in our mind. Our lives seem pointless compared to the colors in the sky. Yeah, we feel in the night, oh, that our summer is growing cold, our summer is growing cold, our summer is growing cold. Yeah, our summer is growing cold Throughout our springtide summer, woah oh. Throughout our springtide summer, woah oh. Throughout our springtide summer, woah oh