No Summer

Rain trippin down my brittle dry hair Gazing at the water pooling on the concrete The steeple makes shadows, dancing with the streetlights Listening to him sing in a language I don't understand Much like my own Much like my own Much like my own Much like my own Spent the whole year staring at the ring on your finger Looking for summer in the slight of a glance I'll take you round to the side of the bar And show you there is no summer here No summer here No summer here No summer here No summer here I wake up counting how many times the bell tolls Sometimes it keeps going, I've lost track of the bells Summer is over now, it rains on the concrete But the whiskey has seemed to have settled in the greyscale No summer here No summer here No summer here No summer here