Born just before cicada summer
Out on the outskirts of town
My first words, you burst from the ground

With the hissing of trees and the buzz in my ear
Like a plague or disease every seventeen years
But you're my personal harbinger, the cycle is true
I'm born in this world and so too are you

Swarms of cicadas, Eighty Seven
Black caps with pomp and circumstance
Born after my last school dance

With the hissing of trees and the buzz in my ear
Like a plague or disease every seventeen years
But you're my personal harbinger, the cycle is true
I'm released in this world and so too are you

Patiently await cicada summer
What omens and moments are in store
Like a child knocks on his neighbor's door

With the hissing of trees and the buzz in my ear
Like a plague or disease every seventeen years
But you're my personal harbinger, the cycle is true
I'm born in this world and so too are you

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): David Wolfenberger