Bus stop bench She cries Rocking back and forth Noone really knows why Lost her job Lost her kids And her home Sometimes when it rains it fucking pours
captains lost our city now we gotta get it back I'm on top nigga, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers
you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck and hand
a patent leather shine He came into my life and made the living fine And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine He fills my heart He fills my heart
, there's no legacy for you now Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren
smell of gasoline in the summer heat Boy, we're going way too fast It's all too sweet to last It's alright and I put myself in his hands But I hold
making shapes with our hands I take my finger turn into a pen Then I run my hand down your spine You guess, I wrote somethin' profound Something like "Our love will last
there's no legacy for you now Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren't
The broken hearts and torn up letters Girl you just can't dance forever If you want to make it better Her hands are in her pockets and she's scared to
It was the summer of the riots And London sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Mini Coopers Took the battle to the streets But when the creed was handed
chance with you. now last year's summer romance, is this year's winter blues. i treated you so nicely, to jewellery, and champagne, but you left me empty handed
"The Sign" -Eric Bogle In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea I walked it's pleasant
the ocean hit the sand With troubled heart and empty hands I feel the summer turn to fall And wonder why I cared at all You're feeling like the summer
And the barefoot girl But the kids they live like shadows in empty doorways (but they live like shadows in the vacant doorways) Always silent, holding hands
