Summer times with no intent, half blanks powder the wind
We can’t curse
Rains were spelled
Little one too young to send, nothin' makes any sense
I’ll lift you from this godless mess
Keep you warm
Tremblin' far from land to spell
Carry it in your arms
Sticks and twine, your heart felt young
Deliver to the sun
We will try and follow the sun
The darkened spirit engulfs us all