Summer

You got me thinking of our summer I shared more time with you than most Could all those hours count for nothing Or does this pain have a role? The greatest lesson of all That a peak must lead to a trough How could I ask for more? I used to long for ruptures in my life The greedy artist eats himself alive I guess I found the thing that I desired So bless this happy sin This loss, this caving in I know I’ll want you again Oh, but I’m moving on