I won´t step on my own shadow No one wants to cry.
Someone put a pox on me I spit in their eyes Summer turns to high.
Lift my bed sheet keep in sandles Circle search and there are candles Summer´s here but night is raising hopes and dragonflies
If those hopes are overshadowed cotton-candy, caramel-wafer.
Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer high
After wine and nectarines the fireflies in turn Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet resign I won´t fight for can´t happen I´m preoccupied
Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer high.