summer is coming it will last the whole year summer is coming it will deliver on our fears
so young and so hopeful we keep on flying close the deafening scream of nature as we touch the sun the ghost in the machine whisper this war is won our bones break like eggshells there's nowhere for us left to run
summer is coming it will last the whole year summer is coming it will deliver on our fears if silence is golden when will our hearts begin to hear