all is flux

hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad
to say we detest rain would be a lie
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky

time on these days cannot be said to fly
life comes to us in weeping garments clad
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad

we aren't the ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long
we want to have the things our fathers had
we aren't the ones who gain by being bad

it's summer and our senses will go mad
against the heat we know we must be strong
we aren't trhe ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long

at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by
the world we know just keeps moving along
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong

our hearts are straining to break into song
and none but us will know the reasons why
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by