Winter's summer night is
Mother nature's one night
stand.
Just a tease, flashes
just a sparkle of the
light in her eyes, until she
lays vengeance.
Now, let's take the weights off.
No more talk of superstition,
no more pressure.
There's no more strength
to bare anything, anymore,
anyway.
Just lay on the floor.
Let's just flip records.
Forget about before.
Hold my mind, close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.