Mercury is rising still

Turn the fan on high



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 by 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 reign



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