The warmth of summer is a knowing fathernThe lies I told you didn't really matter anywaynThe end is further than you said beforenSo we've got plenty in store for you yetnnWe'll go to the devil's treenAnd tear it down to see what's underneathnWe'll dive into the rabbit holesnTo see those other worldsnWe'll ban all mirrors and calendarsnSo we won't agenThere'll always be a placenWhere we can wash away our sinsnnOh, you look so pretty, and full of fearnSo let's make distance into a little gamenWe'll go into the city and disappearnNothing will ever be the same aside from our first namesnnWe'll go to the devil's treenAnd tear it down to see what's underneathnWe'll dive into the rabbit holesnTo see those other worldsnWe'll ban all mirrors and calendarsnSo we won't agenThere'll always be a placenWhere we can wash away our sinsn