And I've always been an arsonist
It's always been my party trick
For warming up the darkness in my veins
I'm the kind of oil narcissist Come clicking through the carcasses
And I don't want no part in it now
I shutter the windows I feel the heaviness dripping from my eyelids
And outside the wind blows A glimpse
of heaven on the edge of the silence
It could be the start of the summer
It could be the start of the summer
It could be the start of the summer For all I know,
for all I know
It could be the start of the summer
If I let go
of all I know
It could be the start of the summer
If I let go
of all I know
It could be the start of the summer All I know is,
all I know is
I feel the heaviness dripping from my
eyelids And coming inside the wind
A glimpse of heaven on the edge of the silence