Solstice
It's past our summertime
The hills fill with snow
We've crossed another line
With the frozen ground below
And it feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels good
For the first time in a long time now
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oh
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oh
I fall in line
Too many times
too many times
And I fall in line
Too many times
I've fought with pride
I thought I tried
I've fought with time
You haven't called in weeks
Haven't sent a single note
A rift between this team
The frozen earth has made its stroke
And it feels good, it feels good
To lie to ourselves
It feels good, it feels good
To go alone through this hell
And the cold comes this tenth month
Feel the snow through the storm
Still I feel
Overwhelmingly warm
And I...
And I...
I fall in line (I hate so much)
I fall in line (Oh this goddamned month)
Times have changed and they're not what I'm looking for (That it's more special than the rest)
And we don't want to go back to where we came from (I feel it in my goddamned chest)
I hate so much
Oh, this goddamned month
(Yo I wish I could go crazy with the cymbals, like, they just sound sick)
That it's more special than the rest
I feel it in my goddamned chest
Uuuh-uh
Oooh-oh
Oooh-oh
The hills fill with snow
We've crossed another line
With the frozen ground below
And it feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels good
It feels good, it feels good
For the first time in a long time now
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oh
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oh
I fall in line
Too many times
too many times
And I fall in line
Too many times
I've fought with pride
I thought I tried
I've fought with time
You haven't called in weeks
Haven't sent a single note
A rift between this team
The frozen earth has made its stroke
And it feels good, it feels good
To lie to ourselves
It feels good, it feels good
To go alone through this hell
And the cold comes this tenth month
Feel the snow through the storm
Still I feel
Overwhelmingly warm
And I...
And I...
I fall in line (I hate so much)
I fall in line (Oh this goddamned month)
Times have changed and they're not what I'm looking for (That it's more special than the rest)
And we don't want to go back to where we came from (I feel it in my goddamned chest)
I hate so much
Oh, this goddamned month
(Yo I wish I could go crazy with the cymbals, like, they just sound sick)
That it's more special than the rest
I feel it in my goddamned chest
Uuuh-uh
Oooh-oh
Oooh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Cutts
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