If you think that you're the one

Let me into summer sun 

Well you're right, I've been surmised 

By the appearance of the sky 

By the look that's in your eyes 

I see how the summer flies 

Way up high without its wings 

Fortunate for everything 

I want you to speak aloud 

Tell me of a sparkling crowd 

Why they tremble at the sound 

Of a lazy eerie round 

Shotgun shells are on the ground 

Of the forest and the town