by Svyatoslav I. Maslennikov
These lyrics were damn hard to find, so I bought a physical CD and managed to decipher the artsy handwriting.
in a dream it was summer and i buried my head into the back of your neck the sun was high and we were shadowless drinking cold cokes on the front steps i kept a telescope, i watched the skies for rain loaded my pistol, promised "nothing ever has to change" but august is lovely, lonely, dark and days and there are miles and miles of secrets left to keep i feel the fever coming back again with it's fever lights blinking warm & red i'm on the blackest highway in the car with my dead family audrey's the fever's coming back again ...i would have loved you better. little whiskey in the brown october leaves the wind don't whisper now. it howls or screams. i call them ghosts - maybe you just call them memories - or maybe you don't think of me