Hold Hold the tides And watch for signs The blood turns black. You might find that you can sing Summer songs and warming springs Then why, why conform? Break You could break your heart Or just tear apart All that you’ve got. You might find that you can bring Crimson dawns and magic(al) things Then why, why conform? If summer has passed your town You don’t need it now! You don’t love me You don’t love me like you should. The summer has passed your town Don’t need it now. Oh are you up for this?