Sitting in my room
Think about our time at Point Doom
Everything was so young
Spent our summer howling at the moon
Everything went black
Doesn't help to take a look back
All alone in the dark
Filling up the pieces of my heart
Now I live the endless summer
Always follow his son
Red rocks to my left
Pacific sand on my tongue
Now my body is the Spirit's home
And I never have to be alone
