We sleep away the days and
Count away the weeks
Until we're free
We should be in the highlands
Singin' about the lows of '19
But summer will come
The kingdom will fall
I'll tear up my wings
And fly
To you
Let it all come undone
For now
We hear the ring
It's the silence that's deafening
We lock our doors and closets
Empty our deposits to eat
It's time to doubt police
And finish "War and Peace"
Or, just drink
We said it all wrong
But summer will come
We'll pack up our things
And fly
To you
Make the longest of waits worthwhile
And though we sing
It's the silence that's deafening...
