Summer Smoke

Cemeteries

Compositor: Cemeteries (Kyle J. Reigle)

The summer smoke filled up the sky
And then she spoke, let's kill tonight

Your hands are cold, bad circulation
Or so I'm told but how would she fake it?
Can we erase it?
Because there's nothing there but two empty spaces

The summer air had me feeling tired
Now she's not there but how could I find her?
Out in the water?
Is she drowning there?
Nobody stopped her

Are we feeling this?
Am I feeling this?
Are you feeling this?
Are we feeling this?
I am feeling this