Summer's Last Sound Lyrics - The 5 Eps - Disco Inferno

The gulls are coming in off the coast 

The smell of corpses passed them in 

Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be here 

I can sense your violence, but I still don't understand 

How when the past seems dead and you've got the future 

In the palm of your hand 

Run quick through (noble?) streets 

Where killers hide 

Our fruits get bricks in windows 

And foreigners get hushed-up trials 

And you're waiting for a knock at the door 

Which would tell if you spent the next few years 

Free from life attacked by petrol bombs 

The price of bread went up five pence today 

And an immigrant was kicked to death again 

And I'm scared for my life for the first time in it 

And we've known all along that a home can put your life at risk 

So I guess we'll just disperse again 

And the (...)s are coming off the land 

The easy targets lure them in 

(...) 

Don't be absurd, it can't be here 

Until we find a place to settle 

We'll just keep moving on 

We stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move along 

Across a sea of bleached skulls 

Chased by death in all its forms 

Over mountains, under suns 

We shoot to kill, let's shoot for fun 

Across a desert's burning skies, we never stop to sleep or eat 

Death always finds us in the end, its (...) shadows (...) weeping 

Over hot (...) and plains, a killer wants to see us slain 

Over fields of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring rain 

Why can we never find a safe place to land? 

And we find ourselves through God's providing hand 

At the close of every day