In all the ways that there is to love
We've loved already
With all the words made to bleed
We've cut ourselves already
Now it's late, it's beautiful out there
Let go of my hand, release your fingernails from my heart
Because it's hurried
And worsens in beating insane
When summer comes
In all the ways that there is to love
We've hurt ourselves already
With all the words made to humiliate
We've caressed already
Now it's late, it's beautiful out there
Let go of my hand, release your fingernails from my heart
Because it's hurried
And worsens in beating insane
When summer comes