Justin Roeland - Underworld Lyrics

The House we live in it might be sold
It might be sold in the summertime
Some gambler he's buying up the block
Flipping houses like he's flipping rocks

Will you find my name on a mortgage in this life?

Bless my crime I walk through the underworld
I grab whats mine and sneak through the backdoor
Cutting through the fields I'm looking for the hawk
Beneath grey skies I join the dead mans walk

And the years like rain, falling steady from the sky
Will you hold my hand till the summer comes to light?

Waiting on the summer
Grass is getting high
Never gonna freeze time
Still I'm gonna try