Summer is calling, It s wanting postcards and polaroids and memories of last year, but I can t let go.

So lets drive until we don t know what road signs to follow.
And end up in Wisconsin in the wintertime
And find our home dressed in snow covered in white
For the first time we could be nothing (less than perfect)

Winter will freeze us here and we ll never go back home
Just cover our tracks; I doubt they ll even notice, I doubt they ll even care

Silent eyes speak for silent hearts in our game of love and death
Maybe its too late hope to save us,
But I m a dreamer; you know that I m a dreamer
(I promise you, that I ll die trying)