in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i'm sweet nothings
come hell i'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather
it's a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless
all blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it

summer dress your hair's wet and gets into our kisses
can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses
there's a kindness in your smile but my sky plays fatal music

there's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished

in the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do?
sunday eyes, am i losing you? is the summer really through?

straps down and overtired if i had a favorite picture
i'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster
summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason
i'm a thrown fight in your favor i'll do everything but listen to you now

in the laze of an empty afternoon. it's all happening too soon.
sunday eyes, am i losing you? say it isn't true.

in the summer you really know
that it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore
but i keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
over me over you over me