It’s so out of sight This time this place This space in the open Where we would lay Outside the sky is black In the middle of July Unstable nature Damn our behaviours
When the clouds will part The leaves will pop Their nested drops Under curtains of pouring light
Take shelter in summer Nothing’s safe anymore “there’s no more weather” Mutters the old bore
“But I like to sit in the rain” Says Anna behind the glass Her mother’s in pain “Don’t go out on your own, darling”
When the clouds will part The leaves will pop Their nested drops Under curtains of pouring light
Window is broken Shattered open We had to blind it And now the hall is dark Neon light in summer Chill out or simmer There’s no more weather But in our school books
When the clouds will part The leaves will pop Their nested drops Under curtains of pouring light
When the clouds will part Don’t wait for me I will stay long Under this sun To dry up, to dry up