The swimming season

Everything is static

Since that

So what i've become

the dark rooms of your father

just can't overwhelm

at dawn we might be careful

for our love it might rise

at the end of the snow

at dawn we might be quiet

for our bones they might rest

at the end of the snow

the dark room we left further

through the woods.

You 've been scared

as tons of christians feared the lions

In the coliseum and cried

For solitude

And Everything was made

To waste the best of what they had in store

everything is static

i'm after everything

just staring at the basement of

this fall

you've been tryin

To waste the best of what i had in store