Confess my sins to the falling rain 
they [bad word] down like radio waves 
and I cut my teeth on the torture and pain 
but no one seems to notice 

Cantilever my sight will stretch this span 
crossing over a sea, a sea of red 
and I throw my seeds in a hole 
into the earth but nothing grows 

The summer we sat in the sun we raised you 

Slowly, your sent it fades like yesterday 
and the only thing that I have 
Is an empty house that's filled with your effigy 
now I'm forced to sit alone and 

Cantilever my sight will stretch this span 
crossing over a sea, a sea of red 
and I throw my seeds in a hole 
into the earth but nothing grows 

And maybe someday I [bad word] around 
When the buildings have fallen and plants have covered the ground 

The summer we sat in the sun we raised you