Abscense Makes The Day Go Longer Lyrics - The Storms Of Early Summer: Semantics Of Song - Cursive

Please hang my raincoat 

I guess that I'll stay a while 

While I wait on the return 

It seems the distance you've made 

Has since lost its meaning 

Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts 

To help quicken this sloth driven day 

As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen 

They're warning me that something is nearing 

Disaster... 

Disaster... 

Hailstorm... 

Memories like fireflies 

A green hue of imagery 

But much too random to see clearly 

And I don't recall much between you and me 

Grey and cloudy 

This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind 

What's my line 

Where are the cue cards 

Memorize my actions, my discourse 

Like a discontented fool... 

This just won't do 

It's no use 

These crushing days 

Absence made your heart bruise 

You're all bruise 

You're all bruise