Paroles de Calender Days

when hope is gone we drag the pond and try to look beyond the dead end of summer there's a haze hanging over the town so hide your eyes ignore the flies and try to act surprised it's the dead end of summer when all of the grass has gone brown oh, i've been x'ing out calendar days there's a pattern to our time apart do i still exist in the bottomless pit of your heart thrown or fell it's hard to tell the baby's in the well at the dead end of summer you better prime the divining rod we'll drink unitl we drink our fill there's all this time to kill at the dead end of summer with the bugs singing louder than god