We're too late, we're too late
No one uses the phone anymore
The tracks are wrecked and the odometer's ticking
The edge is pushed and the lines are melting
Too scared to look at what I hear outside
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Way offsides and I'm almost empty
I'm cracked and stripped like a domino's crush
Send a tell if you're ever near me
I'm A.F.K and I can't get by
Secure the rigging, we're headed south
Tack the sails, man the posts
We're headed south into the wind
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Remember, the summer, in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember, the summer, in Abaddon
No one hears you fall to the floor
The mirror's broke and the newtonian's clicking
The finds are pressed and the veins are pumping
Too far gone to do more than breathe
Miles and miles of telephone poles
I can't talk to you anymore
Not in a Slint way, but I miss you
Seldom to touch far away from here
I can't talk to you anymore
Not in a Slint way, but I miss you