Ramparts

like this summer unsettled and surprisingly grey I'm supposed to be warm but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal knowing that your cold war isn't over at all seeing how you try steering a craft that is bound to stall nothing's in your way and no one's out to save you so you can wither by the wealth or you can catch up on yourself so fed up with the good face to spare us from knowing what we already know and the faces we are scared of showing you have all that you had now it's time to give up and leave that miserable struggle you once thought your love could stop nothing's in your way and no one's out to save you so you can wither by the wealth or you can catch up on yourself nothing's in your way and no one's out to save you when your world is coming down and your ramparts hit the ground