Summer

We’ll spend the summer in the attic
So we can feed the hungry ghosts
We made some plans to be together
To face the things we fear the most

If I show the things that I brought
Would you keep an open mind?
A book of matches and some apples
And these old Venetian Blinds

We’ll hang the paintings on the windows
Of all the places we should see
We’ll keep a guard by the front door
So that we can get some sleep


You show me all the things that you brought
A rusty haircut and dry ice
This was more than I could ask for
Save some seldom peace, advice

We’ll hang some paintings in the windows
Of all the things that we should see
We’ll keep a guard by the front door
So that we can get some sleep


I’ve got nothing left to say to you
So please don’t let me speak
Instead of counting days by numbers
Let’s just make it through this week


We’ll spend the summer in the attic
So we can feed the hungry ghosts
We made some plans to be together
To face the things we fear the most

I'm afraid that I could be with you
From this day until I die
I've got nothing left to say to you
So please don't make me try