Текст песни: Almond Tree. Make It Good. Seven Summer Itch.

A seven summer itch, no end in sight
My recluse heart you took outright.
A delusionist in love is something to behold,
Confident in doubt, knowing not but unknown,
Deep in conversation alone.

My heart of summer / My hands of stone
The days grow long, no change in light,
My mind grows weary in constant fight.

By the wayside
Don?t go by the wayside
That thought...

Got it easy with no right to feel so down
But if you lived here you?d know what I?m on about
Fighting with myself in the dead of winter
Even if I win I?m never a winner
O? Lord!
Sometimes it feels I?ll never get out.

But if I believed it I would never write it down.
A delusion dies when it makes a sound
But yours sang for hours and survived
Yours sang for hours and thrived
Screw it! I?m getting out of here alive
Watch me now!

It?s not often you see the death of a memory give birth to so much life
I watched you gracefully take a hold of me and I?ll take it all in stride
And keep you careful in mind out...

By the wayside
Don?t go by the wayside
That thought...

You are everything that I love.