Frank Black - The End Of The Summer lyrics

A house is made of mortar and wood Yet sinks in the mud to decay A house becomes a ghost in the heart Of those who have gone far away A town is born of silver and stone And beaten to sand by the tide A town becomes a mark on the soul Of those who will cross that divide Come unto me, we'll lie in the gra** We won't be ashamed, summer will pa** Felling a tree to hide from the wild Weaving the reeds to cover our child Save me, the ghost in my heart Save me, the mark on my soul Save me, the end of the summer Save me, I'm not feeling whole A clan is made of marriage and blood The journey is our only prize And if a clan is rent into two You still have her lips and his eyes Save me, the ghost in my heart Save me, the mark on my soul Save me, the end of the summer Save me, I'm not feeling whole This place is made of water and rock Yet burns in the pyre of the stars My love for you is stronger than that I'll find you wherever you are A house is made of wood The town is born of stone A clan is made of blood