Summer Days

Summer days, drift away
Like they were never here at all

It's funny how your mind allows
These memories to form

You wish you could leave the days of thunder far behind
They have a funny way of creeping back inside

He was nice
Your parents liked this one
Because he was polite

If only they knew
What you got up to
In the middle of those nights

If you think about him a little too intensely
You start to wonder what you are really feeling

He gave you his heart
You couldn't handle it
You were cradling your own

Now time has passed
Sand has turned to glass
And you have always known

That there's a special place you keep for him inside
And when it gets too much you imagine him beside

Summer days, drift away
They were never here at all



Credits
Writer(s): Brock Wigley
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