Lindsay Weinberg

Lyrics

The grating cicadas are screaming the end of the season / They’re almost as graceless as I am when letting things go / Another sweet summer has started to fade / The heat of the nights and the cool in the shade / My skin tried its hardest to soak up a year’s worth of glow / But it’s cold / Ripening with every passing day / Can’t restrain what’s predisposed to change / My arms raise and reach for the sky as if I could hold on to it / Although it is visible, nothing is actually there / The gutters are suddenly filling with leaves / The floods never care if they’re getting release / The breezes are thrilling but hinder the skin we can bare / We don’t dare / Ripening with every passing day / Can’t restrain what’s predisposed to change / The grating cicadas are screaming the end of the season / They’re almost as graceless as I am when trying to let go