June 2016

[Verse 1]

I wrote you a letter and I sent it off some months ago, have you read it yet?

When the saints were celebrating the risen king, and his march from his tomb

When the flowers were opening their petals to the heavens, and praying for tempered rain

But that hasn't happened for years, they say



[Chorus]

Now it's summer and the buds have faded

And I can't think to get out of bed

When you're struggling to find a purpose

And swim through all the red



[Verse 2]

I heard he was passed out at the wheel in the early hours of the morning light

When the dew was fresh on the limbs of the tree that he veered you into that night

But I'll keep waiting for the day when I won't have to lock away my phone

But the months are long and I'm afraid that the winds are slowly closing the door



[Chorus]

Now it's summer and the buds have faded

And I can't think to get out of bed

When you're struggling to find a purpose

And swim through all the red



Cause I wrote you a letter and I sent it off some months ago, you haven't responded yet

When the saints were celebrating the risen king, and his march to my head