Verse 1

We count the hours in a town the grid forgot

Twelve days of spoiled groceries and heat that will not stop

Somewhere they're waving flags above a borrowed street

Somewhere a minister is settling a score on a screen

Chorus

The landfill gave, the coastline burned

Thirty voices the evening never returned

We sit with what collapses and what holds

With what gets signed and what just gets old

The summer doesn't care whose fault it is

It only knows the weight of what it is

Verse 2

A roadmap drawn between the ones who fired the guns

A shoreline full of swimmers pulled under by the sun

The arsonist moves coordinated through the dark

The diplomat shakes hands and calls it a new start

Somewhere a border gets redefined by trade

Somewhere the rubbish heap becomes a grave

Chorus

The landfill gave, the coastline burned

Thirty voices the evening never returned

We sit with what collapses and what holds

With what gets signed and what just gets old

The summer doesn't care whose fault it is

It only knows the weight of what it is

Bridge

We knew the heat was structural

We knew the rot was institutional

Still the fan blades stutter and go still

Still the questions climb the hill

Outro

Count the days, count the cost

Count the ones we couldn't cross

Still here, still waiting on the current to return

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.