Will the Summer Make Good for All of Our Sins?

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth

We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath

Who go cry for hammer in her teeth

We'll spoil her pretty face at least she feels it

No-go cry for hammer in your teeth

We'll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real

Breathe, you breathe

Believe you, me tonight

Breathe in, breathe out

Make good, make float

Bleed you, me

Í nótt

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth

We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath

And summer will make good for all our sins if we only wish it hard enough

Breathe in, breathe out

Who go? Who cry?

Breathe you, me tonight

Breathe in, breathe out

Make good, make float

Bleed you, me

Í nótt

She cry, who closes her eyes, and hopes (and hopes) not to (not to) come (come) back (back)