Creatures In the night I know your names As clear as dawn. As I'm awakened by giants As passing trains As they rattle on, Past rivers, and mountains, little lakes Oh those summer days I miss them now. Before the lakes get cold, Before I have to go, Before your passing souls, we had it all. And now your memory ghosts this place. Oh those summer days. When I swam out into the middle Of the lake To find myself, not to escape. Those midnights when I battled against my eyes to see fires in the sky Over rivers, and mountains, little lakes, Oh those summer days... I miss them now. Before the lakes get cold, Before I have to go, Before your passing souls, we had it all. And now your memory ghosts this place, oh those summer days.