Lyrics:

There's an elevator here Pocket for the rain Taking all our hearts across this river And back again Making all our crosses clear of all our skeletons



I can still remember when God was first you took on Sunday She said She said Burning candles all around her bed She said She said The end of May We will begin again It's the skill of summer It's the new parade In another season it's the work of faith Between our harnesses And harmony It's the skill of summer It's the work of faith



We can burn the billboards advertising lite our lies We can bury ourselves in each others eyes We can hide our hearts Hide our hopes and hide our dreams



I can still remember when God was first you took on Sunday She said She said Burning candles all around her bed She said She said The end of May We will begin again It's the skill of summer It's the new parade In another season it's the work of faith Between our harnesses And harmony It's the skill of summer It's the work of faith



It's the skill of summer It's the new parade In another season it's the work of faith Between our harnesses And harmony It's the skill of summer It's the work of faith



It's the skill of summer It's the skill of summer It's the skill of summer It's the skill of summer