Weh Summer Went South
Here I stand before you, not much more than skin and
bones. All I see around me, endless fields of dust and
stone. Just for a moment it seems that somehow things
will look up, but that feeling's gone now. I want to feel
just a little bit more. I want to feel like I felt
before. I want to know there's not just one chance. Now
I'm afraid there's blood on my hands. How I love a
secret, if the secret's never told. How I love the
flowers, if the flowers don't unfold. Look to the far
side and seize the essence. Everything's dark, then you
know my presence. I want to feel just a little bit more.
I want to feel like I felt before. I want to know there's
not just one chance. Now I'm afraid there's blood on my
hands. There I stood before you, not much more than skin
and bones. I heard summer fading, into autumn's dismal
tones. Just for a moment the tide was turning, then came
the frost with its cold, blue burning. I want to feel
just a little bit more. I want to feel like I felt
before. I want to know there's not just one chance. Now
I'm afraid there's blood on my hands.
