No Slumber on the Summer's Verge

It's so hard to write an album When you burn under a hellfire sun I can't sleep covered in a sweat suit After much more time than I can admit Heat can fry your wit And melt your useless brain More than ever in my life... I miss the beat Of my busy boots under the rain No slumber on the summer's verge Trying to win against the elements No slumber on the summer's verge Decadent experiment in development No slumber on the summer's verge On the summer's verge On the summer's verge On the summer's verge Non-resident pentiment Non-existing testament No more time to lie down on laments It's so hard to write an album When you burn under a hellfire sun I can't sleep so I sit On a bench on Avenida Gaudí Daydreaming about hands Touching a forgotten key No slumber on the summer's verge Lifelines melting under the sun in these wax hands No slumber on the summer's verge No slumber on the summer's verge No slumber on the summer's verge On the summer's verge On the summer's verge On the summer's verge On the summer's verge