Saturday's live in the month of June
A. calls me to my room
And it's easy to fall back into

Waves of heat start to consume
My will to evolve from April's gloom
And it's easy to fall back into

Noontime pictures hang on the wall
Nothing seems to matter at all
Oh the light heals my wounds

Tired of this voice I've used
August will bring me something new
And it won't be so easy to fall back to you

Noontime seems to follow your frown
Fractured figments of your hometown
Oh relax
Heal your wounds
Take time
Heal your wounds