Mudpress Confession

(ahhhh) the heat is sticking to the concrete

cold light in the summer night

spilling secrets to a dial tone

waiting for the signal

to decay

i left my shadow on your doorstep

and watched it

wash away

everything we never said

spinning in a loop inside my head

underneath the heavy sky

we let the summer die (ah!)

just a memory in the static a

confession nobody hears

cold light...

it's gone now (hummmm)