The Machines of Summer

The machines of summer loudly hiss the whereabouts

That all I care about has burnt away

So show me where to stare my eyes to figure out

Inside the burning furnace of the day

Did the heavy afternoon fall on your eyelid?

Did someone try to sell you a lie?

Did it seem as though he loved you more than I did?

When summer falls to pieces

And all that's clear to me is

That it's ok if you can't tell me why