| Hold, hold, hold until the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold, and the halls are clear. | |
| (can you see the sunrise?) | |
| It makes me cry, because it looks so fine. | |
| (could you love such violence?) | |
| It hurts my eyes, but it breaks the silence. | |
| Go, go, go into the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold and the halls are clear. | |
| (can you feel a heartbeat?) | |
| It makes me cry, because it feels so fine. | |
| (could you be so helpless?) | |
| I’ll trade my heart for someone else’s. | |
| Mornings, I can’t barely stand | |
| The weight of meaning slows my breathing. | |
| Water’s water, land is land, | |
| but neither’s either by the evening |
| Hold, hold, hold until the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold, and the halls are clear. | |
| can you see the sunrise? | |
| It makes me cry, because it looks so fine. | |
| could you love such violence? | |
| It hurts my eyes, but it breaks the silence. | |
| Go, go, go into the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold and the halls are clear. | |
| can you feel a heartbeat? | |
| It makes me cry, because it feels so fine. | |
| could you be so helpless? | |
| I' ll trade my heart for someone else' s. | |
| Mornings, I can' t barely stand | |
| The weight of meaning slows my breathing. | |
| Water' s water, land is land, | |
| but neither' s either by the evening |
| Hold, hold, hold until the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold, and the halls are clear. | |
| can you see the sunrise? | |
| It makes me cry, because it looks so fine. | |
| could you love such violence? | |
| It hurts my eyes, but it breaks the silence. | |
| Go, go, go into the summer, | |
| when the walls are gold and the halls are clear. | |
| can you feel a heartbeat? | |
| It makes me cry, because it feels so fine. | |
| could you be so helpless? | |
| I' ll trade my heart for someone else' s. | |
| Mornings, I can' t barely stand | |
| The weight of meaning slows my breathing. | |
| Water' s water, land is land, | |
| but neither' s either by the evening |