The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness.. 
Weeds infest our front lawn,
the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce.
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer.

I will pretend that you won't be gone 
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you wont be gone 
Distance dilutes and rewrites
(this song) 

The island's small and desolate
The highways stretch towards nothingness 
Weeds infest our front lawn,
the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer 

I will pretend that you won't be gone 
Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites 
I will pretend that you won't be gone 
And distance dilutes and rewrites 
(this song) 

But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong 
And you, you just tell me that it's nothing, at all 
But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see 

The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer 

I will pretend that you won't be gone 
That distance dilutes, rewrites and rewrites 
And I will pretend that you won't be gone 
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites 
And I will pretend that you won't be gone