Shyness hanging like a wendy

Bad clothes keep you in the village hall

Sunday nothing for the rest of us

Sunday listen to your spirits soar

Thank you thank you for the holiday

We talk sometimes in a quiet world

Three years taking all the scenery 

Black walls cloudy as a sea of gulls



Let the summer go

Let tomorrow take care of itself

If you believe like you tell me so

Hand in hand your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul



Stage scope falling like a summer end

Trees strip wrap yourself in color brown

Some dead's underneath the capricorn

Bell rings summer need to feeling warm

Mornings must have thought about you

All night reach out with a single call

Not my place to be your confidante

I just thought I'd catch you as you fall



Let the summer go

Let tomorrow take care of itself

If you believe like you tell me so

Hand in hand your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul



Goodness glowing like a firefly

Cheap bones blue eyes of a millionaire