Ramparts

like this summer unsettled

and surprisingly grey

I'm supposed to be warm

but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal

knowing that your cold war

isn't over at all

seeing how you try steering a craft

that is bound to stall

nothing's in your way

and no one's out to save you

so you can wither by the wealth

or you can catch up on yourself

so fed up with the good face

to spare us from knowing

what we already know

and the faces we are scared of showing

you have all that you had

now it's time to give up

and leave that miserable struggle

you once thought your love could stop

nothing's in your way

and no one's out to save you

so you can wither by the wealth

or you can catch up on yourself

nothing's in your way

and no one's out to save you

when your world is coming down

and your ramparts hit the ground