hey you
big star
tell me
when it’s over
hey you
big mood
guide me
to shelter cause
i’m through
when the two
hits the six
and it’s summer
cloud come
shove the sun
aside i think
god is moving
its tongue
there are no crowds
in the streets
and no sun
in my own summer
the shade is a tool
a device
a savior see
i try to look up
to the sky
but my eyes
burn cloud
come shove
the sun aside