i’m telling the oldest story and it’s the most familiar i know i’m losing my faith and feeding the shadows hidden in the corners of my hole don’t like other people they have voices and voices bounce off the walls on a sunny flake and i’m made to swallow gallons of summer rain. i don’t like what the people say i’m captaining my kite and they can’t stand the sight of me and i can’t bear the mention of them i don’t want to taste rain from a summer who doesn’t even know my name and that’s the best i can explain it [music] okay you’ve an agenda to distract me whilst i wait i like an early dessert since my dinner’s running late mmm the dinner doesn’t arrive on the table and the sunset’s too far gone to save don’t need other people taking up my space i worked myself up to trembling words you won’t hear much in this day-and-age and i’m made to carry heavy buckets of your summer rain. [polyphonic, layering] i don’t like what the people say i’m captaining my kite and they can’t stand the sight of me and i can’t bear the mention of them i don’t want to taste rain from a summer who doesn’t even know my name and that’s the best i can explain it [music] i can’t justify trading all my days for empty stomach barely living wage [drop off, abrupt ending]
