The summer set fire to the rain
And fire to my bones
But you just stood there begging for the world to leave you alone

The summer set fire to the rain
And fire to my bones
It burned until nothing remained of all that I’d known

The winter held spring in white gloves
And slowly it grew
But you just stood there waiting for the world to walk out on you

The summer set fire to the rain
And fire to my bones
It burned until nothing remained of all that I’d known

The summer set fire to the rain
And fire to my bones
It burned until nothing remained of all that I’d known

Don’t you see everything’s interweaving?
Don’t you know all of the world’s conceiving you?

How long, holding true?
How long until the bloom?
How long must we wait for you?

It’s waiting, under the snow
We sowed the good seed—how long till you let it grow?