Like stained glass Faces we melt As the earth's eye Blinks at this house And dilates Oh nature has its way Of capturing disasters Just to wash us all away So I spent my Summer Living under the ground And deep in the night I still hear you, Speaking Oh tell me I'm wrong I still feel you Breathing A bluejay on a withered branch The energy of a painted past In black and white I caught the midnight wind That comes before the rain It weathers me and generates A calming sense of place So I spent my Summer Living under the ground Deep in the night I still feel you, Breathing Tell me I'm wrong I still hear you Speaking Spent my Summer Living under the ground Deep in the night I still feel you Breathing Tell me I'm wrong I still hear you Screaming