When summer returns to its warm green fields
the sun fading, pastel in the breeze
the swallow swooping, migrating home
the dawning days morning with a sigh
opening windows with a wounding cry
the rainbow's lost its dreams of gold
and everything slows

when summer returns to its warm green fields
the sun fading, pastel in the breeze
the swallow swooping, migrating home
and everything slows

the __frozen?____ vacuum draws you in
strange visions are loose on white ______
a wall of sound with flutes and strings
rising on a wave of voices
surrounded by your humble faith
morning's there to wake us in time
rain and sky
the world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage

when summer returns to its warm green fields
everything slows
the sun fading, pastel in the breeze
everything slows
the swallow swooping, migrating home
everything slows

Dawn breeze brushed my cheek and I knew what I had to leave
Dawn chorus came on glorious all wrapped up in your sheets
Beneath the noise there was silence
And what was left was ours to surprise us

And you could say that you could say that
you could say that it was my knowing
But I never knew, no I never knew,
no I never knew where this would be going

All the stories people tell and all the tales I heard from myself
It’s best you know or else get told the soft flesh that beats
‘neath your breast
Beneath the noise there’s only silence

And you could blame it you could blame it
you could blame it on my knowing
But I never knew, no I never knew,
no I never knew where this would be going

I was lonely as the moon who longs for the sun to come by
I’d wait and wait and wait and wait
but never seem to share the same sky
Beneath the noise there was always silence
But what is left comes on to surprise us

And I could say that I could swear that
I could swear that it was my knowing
But I never knew, no I had no clue, no I never knew,
where this would be going