Icons Of Summer

Seasons change and passions change
But I live in a city with no seasons or passions at all
It's awful

Trouble sleeping
The curse of feeling everything and nothing ever at all
You're awful

Love will come easy with a face like that
You'll never have to spend another single night alone

Years will disappear with a pain like that
You will find yourself alone again, alone

I don't want to die until a little light inside is found
Every time I lift my eyes the sun is going down

Coded conversation
In a crowded club of
Crippled congregation
Impatience

Morning star's been shedding light
On sleeping shame
I'm cold
I'm dirty
I'm thirty

Love will come easy with a face like that
You'll never have to spend another shameful night alone

Years will disappear with a face like that
You will find yourself alone again, alone

I can't keep falling down
My feet keep slipping
My head keeps tripping
The ground keeps giving out