Forsaking Summer
Forsaking Summer
The winter winds are scything blue, and it's as barren as it gets
And i have got my favorite song on, on my vintage radio set
The promises i made long ago, to the people whose name i dont recall anymore
Came apart at the seams, brick by brick, everything that meant forevermore.
I feel drowned in too deep, for the light to catch me now
It feels like I stay unremembered in the most violent of the crowds
These city-lights, they scare me and the sun burns me till everything turns to white
And the black hats never stop asking, if I was feeling alright.
At the most questionable hours of night, I ask if this is what am I living for
And its all a slow red burn till there’s a knock at my door
It isn’t you or the friends, or the winter cold or the summer heat
It’s the humans who let it all out in silence and birds who wish to speak
Soon it’ll be summer, with palms trees and the golden seashores
But the grass shall stay rose-brittle to keep up with the winter’s cold
I’m longing to be taken to an island in the back of the beyond
Away from these name-carved sidewalks, that I have grown so fond of
The air around is filled with questions of how can it all just be gone
As I walk along the sidewalks to the familiar structures I have always known
And as the city dust settles down onto the silver-colored stones,
I guess I should sail off before another summer comes and goes
And everything goes just the same way, hurting just like before
Boys and Girls still bothered about the pictures they once tore
Maybe I’d find a new sound, or discover the golden old ways
And come back to a changed town, to look for the ones who could have stayed
Watch me as I sing to the old tunes, as I move astray with the winds
Maybe I’ll build a new sandcastle for the same old waves to crash in
Now the sun's getting down and the rain doves have flown back to the corners
And i'll keep up with the wintertides, tiringly forsaking the summer.