Summers - The Sunday Drivers

I remember summers

I’ll pretend it’s summer around

Red light in the sky at the beginning of nights

When I held you naked

But spring is later this year

Why this sense of loss at the beginning of fall?

Now any place will do

To be again out of place without you

I remember faces

I remember kisses and more

More things that have turned

To be just things in the past

Now any place will do

To be again out of place without you

I’m in the mood to do

Anything you’d like to do

I’m morning-after man

But it’s summertime

I remember summers

I remember colours and smells

I know that it was

The day you started to love