Wind blownA semi capsized in the stormStrandedThe rains of June have cleansed itA baptism of sufferageTake twoOne man beneath a waning moonStill birthThe abortive child of entropyCareening for identityTempt himBreak him in slowlyHis heart is quick to judgeBut his hands are too lonelyBreak him in slowly...Red dawnAnother storm opens her armsShe s whispering"Surrender all your loyalties"Hand over your idle hands of false idolsLet the rains embrace youNow...Break them in slowlyYoung hearts are quick to judgeBut their hands are so lonelyBreak them in slowly...Break them in slowly...

- Back to the Songs of the Album The Storms Of Early Summer Semantics Of Song

- Back to the Cursive's Albums