[written by C. Cornell]

Summer nights and long warm days 
are stolen as the old moon falls 
my mirror shows another face 
another place to hide it all 
sleeping with a full moon blanket 
sand and feathers for my head 
dreams have never been my answer 
dreams have never been my bed 
now i wanna cry about the storm 
but you can't grow feathers in the rain 
and this naked floor is cold as you 
this naked floor remains 
and i'm lost, behind 
the words i’ll never find 
and i'm left behind 
as seasons roll on by 
would you crawl into my world 
and take me worlds away 
should i be beside myself 
i might even stay