The Machines of Summer by Matthew Milia

The machines of summer loudly hiss the whereabouts
That all I care about has burnt away
So show me where to stare my eyes to figure out
Inside the burning furnace of the day

Did the heavy afternoon fall on your eyelid?
Did someone try to sell you a lie?
Did it seem as though he loved you more than I did?
When summer falls to pieces
And all that’s clear to me is
That it’s ok if you can’t tell me why

Appears on On the Northline