Summer's almost dead
Water is talking in black
Rotten leaves moves slowly
Hypnotyzing whispers
From the bottom of the creek
Bees falling to drawn
Trying to fly but they can't
Tiny bodies carried
By the senseless current
Their wings are wet, heavy and dead
And the air is filled
With a gentle buzz of their souls
And the white noise is covering
All the landscape as a ghastly light
Equinox is crowded with their love
Like a disco by the beach
Water is talking in black
Rotten leaves moves slowly
Hypnotyzing whispers
From the bottom of the creek
Bees falling to drawn
Trying to fly but they can't
Tiny bodies carried
By the senseless current
Their wings are wet, heavy and dead
And the air is filled
With a gentle buzz of their souls
And the white noise is covering
All the landscape as a ghastly light
Equinox is crowded with their love
Like a disco by the beach