Summer by The Manimals Lyrics
Ravens have flown from tower and parapet
My mother below, shouting out epithets
I would risk a branch's snap
And I would leap the widest gap
Just to see the world laid out like a map
I didn't know a thing until I fell
Far enough to see their seven hells
[Chorus:]
And if I didn't die
I surely set the clock to ticking
Summer child, who couldn't know
What song they all were singing
Stories they told, where the names were songs
But different down south, they get the words all wrong
I could look deeper still
Wonder why blood was spilled
All along was I meant to build?
In my dreams, I saw it all
Scrawled across a cannonball
[Chorus]
Is this falling, is this flight?
Must it be from a great height?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see through different eyes
Oh will I grow old and wise?
Is it true that summer's over?
I thought this would go much slower
Can't you feel the weirwoods weeping?
Where the past was always sleeping
Sometimes you'll dream of home
And you'll look to all of your idols
But we all are grey
We can do great good or great evil
And all of those you've loved
In the dust, they will be waiting
To teach you where to go
When the future's accelerating
What will chase the cold away?
Is it games that rich men play?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see it for the trees?
Strength lies in the darkest roots
And not every story is true
Not every story is true
My mother below, shouting out epithets
I would risk a branch's snap
And I would leap the widest gap
Just to see the world laid out like a map
I didn't know a thing until I fell
Far enough to see their seven hells
[Chorus:]
And if I didn't die
I surely set the clock to ticking
Summer child, who couldn't know
What song they all were singing
Stories they told, where the names were songs
But different down south, they get the words all wrong
I could look deeper still
Wonder why blood was spilled
All along was I meant to build?
In my dreams, I saw it all
Scrawled across a cannonball
[Chorus]
Is this falling, is this flight?
Must it be from a great height?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see through different eyes
Oh will I grow old and wise?
Is it true that summer's over?
I thought this would go much slower
Can't you feel the weirwoods weeping?
Where the past was always sleeping
Sometimes you'll dream of home
And you'll look to all of your idols
But we all are grey
We can do great good or great evil
And all of those you've loved
In the dust, they will be waiting
To teach you where to go
When the future's accelerating
What will chase the cold away?
Is it games that rich men play?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see it for the trees?
Strength lies in the darkest roots
And not every story is true
Not every story is true