Will the Summer Make Good for All of Our Sins?

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth.
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath.
Who go cry for hammer in her teeth?

We'll spoil her pretty face at least she feels real.
No go cry for hammer in your teeth.
We'll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real.

Breathe, you breathe.
Believe you me tonight.

Breath in, breath out.
Make good, make float.
Bleed you me, you not.

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth.
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath.
And summer will make good for all of our sins;
If we only wish it hard enough.

Breathe, you breathe.
Who go? Who cry?
Believe you me.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Make good, make float.
Bleed you me, you not.

She cry, who closes eyes and hopes not to come back.