Creatures
In the night I know your names
As clear as dawn

As I’m awakened by giants
As passing trains
As they rattle on
Past rivers, and mountains, little lakes
Oh those summer days
I miss them now

Before the lakes get cold
Before I have to go
Before your passing souls, we had it all

And now your memory ghosts this place
Oh those summer days

When I swam out into the middle
Of the lake
To find myself, not to escape
Those midnights when I battled against my eyes to see fires in the sky

Over rivers, and mountains, little lakes
Oh those summer days
I miss them now