5- Summer session

This was written last night, when Nixon said 'Write a song about this summer!'. So this is what I got. I'm almost sure it isn't finished yet.


As sure as days fall from calendars,
I’ll always remember that summer.
Spending days, sending smoke signals from gardens,
And nights getting high with ghosts.

And we sent pulses to brains, with needles dragging through skin,
And we made our marks on our friends.
And we sat in parks, ‘til it got dark,
And we wished it would not end…

But those days are now washed away,
We’re all coloured with these dull shades,
And we spend every drawn out day,
Passing time, learning to wait…

And the only saviour,
Is knowing summer,
Will come back again…