(Verse 1)

I like to think of you as a lighted window

The only one in a grid of windows

Dark with the curtains pulled

And when July is miserable

And I am naked

I like to think of you as an ice cube

Melting quickly on my chest

I remember Sun

Seared the walls like butter

And I won't hold your back

Pressed against my chest



(Hook)

Miles and miles of corn between us

And within the sand beneath us

And be sure to imagine lines

This is how we meet our deaths

Death



(Verse 2)

I never understood

At least I couldn't tell

Without a pair lines running parallel

Just how our fortune's fell

And when July is miserable

And you are naked

I hope you think of me

I hope you think of me

I hope you think of me

I remember Sun

Seared the walls like butter

But I won't hold your back

Pressed against my chest



(Hook)

Miles and miles of corn between us

And within the sand beneath us

And be sure to imagine lines

This is how we meet our deaths

Death