A safe position, a back against the wall    A simple shrug to shrug the questions off    When there's no action, there's no reaction    Curb the dead, avert the consequence    So if no one moves, and no one speaks a word    We could act ok      (We must standstill - we must honor the stalemate)    And we must slumber . . . have we ever been awake?    Have we done a thing?    When summer's over will we dream of spring?    Safety can be disabling    A crippled history as an absentee       A safe position, turn off the phone    Hang the blankets over the windows    Because if no one's home, then there's no one responsible    There's no response for disappointed eyes    To see through you - well, they can't see you anymore       (We must standstill - we must honor the stalemate)    Until we're pawned off . . . have we ever been present?    Are we too past tense?    When summer's over will we face autumn?    Safety is disabling    A crippled history    Crippled history    A crippled history      Absentee, absentee   You're safe with me    Curb the deed, avert the season    Absentee, absentee   You're safe with me    When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history?    Crippled history    Crippled history    Crippled history    Absentee   When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history?    Crippled history    Crippled history    Crippled history    Absentee