All that you retrieve may prolong our reprieve
But the thought of letting go still scares the shit out of me

I'll always hoard inconsequential things, I'm a glutton for the penance, I've retained all the apathy
I covet nostalgia and the hurt it brings
Bring it back to me, just bring it back now
So I've given small hours to soliloquy
I can never seem to sleep, but only contemplate malady
To antagonise that hurt in me
Antagonise it all, and I start to crawl

You have been my friend, through all of this, and to me that alone is a tremendous thing
Hear our Indian summer sing

We are incandescent on the eaves
Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead
And took each of our breaths
With no penance there's no death

I'd missed the teeth that fit my old wounds
I know I need to let it go, I just can't forget it
And I drowned in the amphetamine monsoon
Some years had passed before I came to see, I was blinded by the lies, I just can't forget it
That those bite marks, they fit my own teeth

So what of my friend?
Alone and confined to a hospital bed
Reticent, sacrosanct, we will all go along, and if you leave us so, then you have done us no wrong
Just keep on
We are incandescent on the eaves
Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead
And took each of our breaths
With no penance there's no death

I will edify, all who stuck by our side, faces illumined by a new, and surreal sunlight
Death took precedence over faith in old dreams, the more I gave away, the more delighted I became
I will bring you light and I'll endure the burn, unashamed
Reach out hear me now
Our voices ring out the same
Reach out hear me now
Our voices ring out the same

We are incandescent on the eaves
Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so low overhead
And took each of our breaths
With no penance there's no death