smell the summer in the night soft sheets sore feet and a flower vase how the leaves hold up in such height after the rain hear the cicadas laugh wander by the river and pick tall dandelions forget how we used to live, silently in vain short-lived excitement comes in silence death without thought is death without pain short-lived excitement comes in silence death without thought is death without smell the summer in the night soft sheets sore feet and a flower vase how the leaves hold up in such height after the rain hear the cicadas laugh wander by the river and pick tall dandelions forget how we used to live, silently in vain short-lived excitement comes in silence death without thought is death without pain short-lived excitement comes in silence death without thought is death without pain