Lyrics
In
the
dead
of
summer
With
the
windows
down
In
the
faded
color
Of
an
evening
gown
I
can
see
you
sitting
With
your
solitaire
In
a
quiet
kitchen
On
a
creaking
chair
And
there's
a
light
still
glowing
Or
at
least
the
trace
But
the
garden's
growing
At
a
different
pace
And
there's
a
lone
bird
singing
Singing
out
of
tune
As
the
phone
starts
ringing
Ringing
out
for
you
I
can
feel
you
slipping
Through
the
static
sound
I
can
feel
the
distance
Between
then
and
now
I
wanna
make
it
better
Make
it
all
make
sense
Make
it
last
forever
In
the
present
tense
From
the
constellations
On
the
endless
wall
To
the
conversations
On
a
Sunday
call
Like
the
thunder
crashing
Over
my
hometown
I
can
hear
you
laughing
Like
you're
here
right
now
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