It's snowing inside but the summer hasn't died.
The water against the wall is a wave that takes our place.
Throw me a whisper to ease the dying priest.
He looks to the sky for the very last time.
Questions buried beneath.
Books we didn't read.
Something's we couldn't learn.
The cold air I breathe.
Perhaps they've had their turn.
Take me to somewhere.
Take me anywhere.
Take me to systems in the sky.
Paintings cloud around the years that flew past time.
They see what we have done and now they'll melt beneath the sun.
Do you think the air is dense enough to hold our weight?
We'll just become second nature to everyone.
Take me to somewhere.
Take me anywhere.
Take me to systems in the sky.
It's snowing inside but the summer hasn't died.
Take me to somewhere.
Take me anywhere.
Take me to systems in the sky.