From the recording Matches (.mp3)
Lyrics
Summer’s getting old
Apples in a basket
Hold on to sunlight
But you just can’t grasp it
Make these days your own
They’re only getting shorter
Build your wall against the night
Lay bricks with thinning mortar
I know that talk is cheap
And I’m told advice is cheaper
But to-dos won’t get done
As a hibernative sleeper
Assemble your team
Together rake the yard up
Interrogate the squirrels
Find where they hid the walnuts
We gotta love
The light we have
It’s not much
But after night it comes back
Survive on hot chocolate
Live in a cozy sweater
Gaze at frozen stars
You can only see in winter
They’re falling for you -
A fleeting secret
One day we’ll burn out too
But it ain’t our time yet
No it ain’t our time yet
We gotta love
The light we have
It’s not much
But after night it comes back
You get what you get and you don’t get upset
We gotta love
The light we have
It’s not much
But after night it comes back