Summertime’s in Bloom

[Verse]

All the real things

Seem like a million lies

Currents and oceans rise

Preaching for me but I’m blind



All the sweet things

Sound like an ancient mind

Reciting a poem as advice

Leaving me to cold black nights



[Bridge]

Never was prepared

For moments of despair

While waiting for a day in june



[Chorus]

Rage will hit us far too soon

Before the summertime’s in bloom

Rage will hit us far too soon

Before the summertime’s in bloom