Summer Went South

Here I stand before you,
not much more than skin and bones.
All I see around me,
endless fields of dust and stone.
Just for a moment it seems that somehow
things will look up, but that feeling's gone now.

I want to feel just a little bit more.
I want to feel like I felt before.
I want to know there's not just one chance.
Now I'm afraid there's blood on my hands.

How I love a secret,
if the secret's never told.
How I love the flowers,
if the flowers don't unfold.
Look to the far side and seize the essence.
Everything's dark, then you know my presence.

I want to feel just a little bit more.
I want to feel like I felt before.
I want to know there's not just one chance.
Now I'm afraid there's blood on my hands.

There I stood before you,
not much more than skin and bones.
I heard summer fading,
into autumn's dismal tones.
Just for a moment the tide was turning,
then came the frost with its cold, blue burning.

I want to feel just a little bit more.
I want to feel like I felt before.
I want to know there's not just one chance.
Now I'm afraid there's blood on my hands.