Cinnamon

Evergreens in a dream of an island town Draw a line in the sand and we'll smooth it down Will your side win, get to the middle Count them off one at a time And we'll try, to guess right Waking in the white sun, lights out Waiting through the days in, nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under Rowing in an wooded hollow Showing me the moves to follow It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole And just as it leaves, just as it's sinking The morning will save our souls From too cold, to keep low Waking in the white sun, lights out Waiting through the days in, nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under Rowing in an wooded hollow Showing me the moves to follow It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under Waking in the white sun, lights out Waiting through the days in, nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me unde Waking in the white sun, lights out Waiting through the days in, nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under Rowing in an wooded hollow Showing me the moves to follow It's a slow cinnamon summer Your spell is pulling me under