Summer is Nearly Over

Sing a song of wisdom for summer's children
And their bodies broken and their hands clutching stars
Cradle summer's fallen in the arms that you once bore them
And the sea comes crawling to lick their wounds

And summer is nearly over and we are not yet safe

We could hide away, find peace in some shaded place
Because the sun seems too strong
And the rain, of course, she washes everything away
Into the sea into it's belly where summer's children play

Come down with me now to where summer missed in its rage
Come down I want you to fathom the deeper me

As the songs of summer went down in numbers
And the moments lost their speed
I felt a shiver, I heard some golden whisper
That seemed to call after me

Come down with me now to where summer missed in its rage
Come down I want you to fathom the deeper me
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down to summer's graves
Come down with me now I will show you tragic things