Hey you, big star, tell me when it's over.

Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter.
'Cause I'm through
When the two hits the six and it's Summer -

Cloud
Come shove the sun aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There are no crowds in the streets and no sun
in my own Summer

The shade is a tool, a device, a savior
See, I try to look up to the sky
but my eyes burn -

Cloud
Come shove the sun aside.
I think god is moving its tongue...