Lyrics Summer (Butcher Two) - Matt Pond PA

Summer (Butcher Two)

saturday night
the summerЂ™s here
under clothes hands disappear
buttons slip
theyЂ™ve gone stray
with them thoughts have gone away
too far to see from the back seat
where sleeping is the enemy
in our hands
is more sense
than butchered words we donЂ™t understand
to ourselves
our skin sticks
our palms sweat
our teeth click
flashing glimpses do not see
when daylight is the enemy
i can barely see your blue eyes
i can barely make them out
itЂ™s alright in this red
your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes
itЂ™s ok
it is fine
thereЂ™s nothing just one thing on our mind
saturday night
summerЂ™s here
the sound of breath is in our ears
guess the coast is completely clear
into water we disappear