Summer dies With the pain and the lies from the past Wallows in lust In memories that all turn to dust Crimson leaves Are painting the boulevard In colors of hope Like a funeral to a sun that set long ago It Finally ends, an era of wrath What will become in the aftermath Heavy clouds Seem to cover the sky in deep gray Cooling the ground Oppressing the crowds, obscuring the sun Naked trees Are shivering, from the cold Tilting their spines Just begging for a warm ray of light Where are you, my dangerous man Missing the love of the beating hands Vicious rays of light burning my skin Mistaken for how love is supposed to feel