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THE LAST NORMAL SUMMER
Before Everything Changed
About the song
Bikes in the neighbor's grass, one street that heard the same voices. "We did share one ground."
We did share one ground.
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THE LAST NORMAL SUMMER lyrics
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Intro
There is a microphone at the edge of the floor. No one is near it now.
Verse 1
We left our bikes in the neighbor's grass, red clay dried on our shins. We made up rules by the drainage ditch, then broke them and made amends. The porch had news in a folded stack. The phone stayed on the wall. When mothers called through the screen-door dusk, one street heard them all.
Chorus
The last normal summer wasn't pure or kind. We had wounds beneath the flag. We had fences in the mind. We didn't share one answer. We did share one ground. Now the mic stands in the silence, and no one owns the sound.
Verse 2
The three big channels learned our names. Then cable split the room. The dial-up sang through copper wire. Blue screens began to bloom. The map got small beneath our hands. The far came rushing near. We cheered the door that opened wide. We didn't see the mirror.
Chorus
The last normal summer wasn't pure or kind. We had wounds beneath the flag. We had fences in the mind. We didn't share one answer. We did share one ground. Now the mic stands in the silence, and no one owns the sound.
Verse 3
The kids grew up with glass in hand, a crowd inside the glass. A bad day learned to keep its shape. A wrong word learned to last. Each fear came with a score to chase. Each hurt could earn a cheer. They didn't build the room this way. They only woke up here.
Bridge
I was the kid no map could find, then raised one I could track. I watched the yard become a post. I cant call it back. Maybe we gained a thousand worlds. I miss the one between us.
Verse 4
Now one hard frame can cross the land, and split before it lands. We watch one mouth, one fall, one flash, then swear to different facts. The grief is tagged. The clip is sold. The face becomes a sign. The microphone stays where it was. The room has left the room.
Chorus
The last normal summer wasn't pure or kind. We had wounds beneath the flag. We had fences in the mind. We didn't share one answer. We did share one ground. Now the mic stands in the silence, and we cant share the sound.
Inside the recording
There is a microphone at the edge of the floor. No one is near it now.
The last normal summer wasn't pure or kind.
The last normal summer wasn't pure or kind.
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