When I wake in the morning and sharpen my blade
I step into the glare of Summer Haze Parade
Where the black branches breech all covered in vines
And slowly runs the river, slowing time.

Well summer came quick to Summer Haze Parade
You kept to my step and we kept to the shade
I would rather the memory than the longing
(oh oh oh oh oh oh uhh)

Well summer came quick to Summer Haze Parade
You waited at the station turned the other way
And the birds on the branches they all knew your name
But they chose not to speak as we passed along the rail.

When I wake in the morning and sharpen my blade
And wait for the blindness to fade
Then I step into the bright and step into the shade
Time and again on Summer Haze Parade.