Your cousin sings a song
Of a generation dead not gone
Drunk in a summer haze
Terror comes to me in waves
Shut the door, this is love and war
How do I know that you are no enemy?
Please believe, we are gonna bleed
For a paradise that we're not gonna see
Carve our shame into the trees
But don't come to me on bended knee
And if you know this tune too well
Be a friend and never tell
Shut the door, this is love and war
How do I know that you are no enemy?
Please believe, we are gonna bleed
For a paradise that we're not gonna see
When your cigarette burns blister, and there's no end to July
Tell the friends you've never met
That your well has all run dry
Wear a costume of composure
When I say I never will
Love you like you love me
But, oh, you love me still
You can write it down for some days
That you know will never come
When you're tired of playing poor
And I'm tired of playing young
Never mind the coming judgement
The end's not mine to tell
I will always be there laughing
In your summertime of hell
Summer of hell
Summer of hell
Summer of hell
Summer of hell
