Summer Dress - HIGHS

Just like a thread

You go up, up, up, out with the wind

Then you soar through the towns and the villages

But inside your head

You’re still bursting the seams of your summer dress

And inside your head

What a mess, oh, what a mess

And I know you always said you’d never wait around for anything or anyone

And I knew those words you spoke were true when I saw you running off

Running through the river, I could sink in nearer, slipping on the rocks

Turn around to see you with your wrinkles in the water, then the dress came off

And just like a thread

You go up, up, up, out in the air

And you soar with the things that you hope will get you there

But inside your head

You’re still bursting the seams of your summer dress

And inside your head

I hope you find a tune

Yup and on your way, and if we meet again

I hope you wear that dress that you wore back then

Yup and on your way, and if I see your face

I hope it’s from the road and from another place

Yup, and on your way, and if we meet again

I hope your summer dress, I hope it’s wearing thin

Yup, and on your way, and if I see your face

I hope it’s from the road