Flying Close (исполнитель: Hudson and Troop)
summer [bad word] it will last the whole year summer [bad word] it will deliver on our fears so young and so hopeful we keep on flying close the deafening scream of nature as we touch the sun the ghost in the machine whisper this war is won our bones break like eggshells there's nowhere for us left [bad word] summer [bad word] it will last the whole year summer [bad word] it will deliver on our fears if silence is golden when will our hearts begin to hear