Last Summer's Rain - Skyclad

Red flags, poor man’s grenade

Cool blows, blue serenade, remember?

Comrades we said we’d stay, forever

We used to gad about, getting smarter

We used to wrangle with Marx and Sartre

We used to live with inflated egos

As for the state of the party, God knows?

The ghosts on your wall

They come to haunt you again

But they’re hard to recall

Just like last summer’s rain

Past thoughts, new memories

Loud words on summer breeze, surrender

So far from yesterday, remember

We used to live with the day glow people

We used to go and see Mott The Hoople

We used to lounge «a la continental»

And now you say I’m just #sentimental

The ghosts on your wall

They come to haunt you again

But they’re hard to recall

Just like last summer’s rain

The ghosts on your wall

They come to haunt you again

But they’re hard to recall

Just like last summer’s rain