Late like Summer

LATE LIKE SUMMER

You told me “Meet me where you belong”
I didn’t know where it was
We went to so many places
And now we’re back in here

The sun is burning our arms and eyes
Quietly bare on the sands
We’re listening to its breath song
To its fire and to its flies
To its fire and to its flies
Breathing in the morning sun
Screaming in the morning sun
In the morning sands

We are late like this summer
To get where we belong
We’ve found everything we will leave behind
And now we’re found by the summer sands

The sun is burning our voices
Loudly naked in the morning sands
Can we hear that relentless song

Back to the fire and to its flies
To the fire and to its flies
Breathing in the morning sands
Screaming in the morning sands