The Long September ​death's dynamic shroud

[Verse 1]
Summer burns where winter blows
As above, so too below
But the futures and past
Will never be here now
Helpless to unbreak our bough

[Verse 2]
Would that we could make amends
Would that phone calls be unsent
But I don't want your words
To occupy my mind
Have I wasted all of our time?

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Means make ends to justify
Broken hearts or suicide-