Summer daze is over
And your leaving was easy.
Dehydrated ditch.
Sealed tomb is cool.
Your tomb is cooling.
What do you know?
Cool girl where do you grow from?
Cracked soil skin pealed off,
Growling lust is muzzling.
First tear drop rains,
Dead body resolving,
Cold body resolving.
Still your tomb is cool.
Now the weather changes all.
You are rising again.
We've shorten pitch,
Drawing near it's heating.
Our love ain't cool hail.
Our love ain't cool no more.
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