Summer says I’m selfish & maybe she’s right
I won every battle where I didn’t fight
Beginnings are blind when there’s no end in sight
Taraa to you summer
All the fuss is over
I’m buried alive
The ocean is howling as its getting cold
In my defence helpless the more I get old
So I took to the streets for one last sip of gold
Taraa to the ocean; all is forgiven
You make me feel bold
Since leaving you Summer all I done is wept
I’m naked & scared & you’re all I’ve got left
I tried being a man & what a big crock of shit
Taraa again Summer, you will be my lover til our little death
Til our little death
Taraa little death
Grizzly Bear’s classic debut gets a 15th anniversary vinyl reissue, with a digital companion featuring a bevy of remixes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2020