Lyrics

Babe it’s winter, we’re on fire.
Throw our wishes to the water.
Let the city lights decide
Whether we should leave the forest
Clean.

Spin the singles through the night
Like the lowlife leaves of Autumn.
Tow your lover right behind
We’ll be waiting…

Feel the rapture of the old new age.
Everybody fears departure like the plague.

Both my wisdom teeth are sideways
And they continue growing
Till my mouth is twice the size,
Till my lips are overflowing.

Feel the rapture of the old new age.
Everybody fears departure like the plague.
One day we will tear these temples down,
Slow dance to a different sound,
Fear the south.

Hold on,
Slow dance to a different sound.
I’ll wait till next summer.
Hold on,
Slow dance though its on and on
I’ll wait till next summer, next summer…

Hold on,
Slow down though it’s on and on.
Feel the long, low weeks.
Hold on
Frightened of your father.
Fear the summer, fear the summer’s here.

Feel the rapture of the old new age.
Everybody fears departure like the plague.
One day we will tear these temples down,
Folding on your father’s house.
Fell the light black sound,
Holding on your haunches now.
Fear the summer, fear the summer’s here.