Noon is a gun scatters us apart
Moon is remote control for the heart
You can disappear in many ways
And leave them begging for the summer blade
We had more forever when
I was your bread you my medicine
But night got longer every day
Waiting for the summer blade
Sometimes i drive 'til i can't find home
Sometimes my mind is only snow
You can disappear in many ways
On the cutting floor of the summer blade
