Evergreen's in a dream of an island town Draw a line in the sand, it'll smooth it down And we decide we'll get to the middle, count them off one at a time And we'll try to guess right But waking in the white sunlight's out, waiting through the days and nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under Rolling in a wooded hollow, showing me the moves to follow It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole And just as it leaves, just as it's sinking, the mortar will save our soul From too cold to keep low But waking in the white sunlight's out, waiting through the days and nights out It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under Rolling in a wooded hollow, showing me the moves to follow It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under *