Lyrics:

Sitting on the top of everything.
Sweetly irritate what you can't leave alone
Hottest summer in a hundred years.
Molten bulkhead burns your hands while you would sleep.
All around her words were fading in like a cryptic dying.
And we knew that what we had was nothing that we wanted.
Then the waves, they broke around her.
And we killed the endless summer.
Pray the season never ends; it slams headlong into the other one.