Summertime and the sound of cicadas
Is singing me to sleep
Though fall is fast approaching 
No longer will I weep 

I can’t help but long for
The way your skin 
Felt on mine 
It was so sublime 
Held me in your arms 
'Till I was fast asleep 

Now the song of the cicadas 
Sings me to sleep 
I guess it’ll suffice 
The sound is quite nice 
A favourite I suppose
Sing me off as I doze 
The fading summer rose

Men of my name keep dying young
I can’t keep up with what’s keeping me up
So I’ll count the space between notes
And that’s where I’ll float
In the in-between
I’ll form new meaning to glean

I walked as far as I could go 
And from there I could go further 
But from there I could still hear them 
But I’m just trying to get to bed 
So many voices in my head 

August sounds bleed into September 
And then fall comes 
It’s then I may forget or remember 
Wake me up before it’s done