we're too late we're too late....
no one uses the phone anymore. the tracks are wrecked and the odometer's ticking. the edge is pushed and the lines are melting. too scared to look at what i hear outside.

release.
we're too late.
protect. embrace. engulf.
remember the summer in abaddon.

protect. enslave. in love.
remember the summer in abaddon.

way offsides and i'm almost empty. i'm cracked and stripped like a dominoe's crush. send a tell if you're ever near me. i'm a.f.k. and i can't get by.

release me.

this vessel's underway, secure the riggings, tack the sales, man the posts. we're headed south, into the wind.

protect. embrace. engulf.
remember the summer in abaddon.

protect. enslave. in love.
remember the summer in abaddon.

no one hears you fall to the floor. the mirror's broke and the newtonian's clicking. the finds are pressed and the veins are pumping. too far gone to do more than breathe.

release me.

this vessel's underway.
miles and miles of telephone poles, fallen and tossed around. i can't talk to you anymore, and i miss you. not in a silent way, but i miss you.