These eleven days of summer
I have called you
you always come when I call you
but I don't hear your feet

we swallowed up the river
but still we never found you
the season came and it drowned you
in sorrow and in heat

oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old

I could feel your breathing
your healing heart was beating
but now my head is beating
like the clapper of a bell

the fireworks are funny
the duds fall in the water
fizzling like futures
the hissing sound of hell

oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old

from here the days get shorter
tireless, but older
come on, let's get older
and keep our hands held down

oh, what's happening?
call it the nation's,
call it the nation's war
oh, it's happening
this morning we woke up
this morning we woke up old