Summer Smoke - Cemeteries

The summer smoke filled up the sky

And then she spoke: «Let's kill tonight»

Your hands are cold, bad circulation

Or so I’m told but how would she fake it?

Can we erase it?

Because there’s nothing there but two empty spaces

The summer air had me feeling tired

Now she’s not there but how could I find her?

Out in the water?

Is she drowning there?

Nobody stopped her

Are we feeling this?

Am I feeling this?

Are you feeling this?

Are we feeling this?

I am feeling this