What went wrong, summer song
Splinter snag, wind vein ragged
Faded trends, summer ends
What's that, I thought I heard you say?
Lunar scape and cold winds on their way
Whistling banshee through the screen
Salt air and isolation sting
Bat away a hurricane's eyelash
Ushering by the season past
Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve
From this point we roll along
Without a trace of summer song