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
