Wax Tailor

It’s so out of sight
This time this place
This space in the open
Where we would lay
Outside the sky is black
In the middle of July
Unstable nature
Damn our behaviours

When the clouds will part
The leaves will pop
Their nested drops
Under curtains of pouring light

Take shelter in summer
Nothing’s safe anymore
“there’s no more weather”
Mutters the old bore

“But I like to sit in the rain”
Says Anna behind the glass
Her mother’s in pain
“Don’t go out on your own, darling”

When the clouds will part
The leaves will pop
Their nested drops
Under curtains of pouring light

A window has broken
Shattered open
We had to blind it
And now the hall is dark
Neon light in summer
Chill out or simmer
There’s no more weather
But in our school books

When the clouds will part
The leaves will pop
Their nested drops
Under curtains of pouring light

When the clouds will part
Don’t wait for me
I will stay long
Under this sun
To dry up, to dry up