Summer - Welles

Nothing seems like the smoke of a cigarette in the sun

hinges kick 'em when it’s done

the girl’s got pod-blue hair

You know there’s coke in the kitchen

And smoke in the air, but —

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

I think it’s time for it again

in the dark, in the skinny

And the words kind of ugly

In the way that looks pretty

Don’t know what’s on the front of their jeans

Don’t know what to expect

Keep one hand on the bottle and another on a cigarette

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

It’s just summer again

Throwing away all the days and the nights with your friends

It’s just summer again

Doing the things we don’t need to do again

Hanging up on the wall, you got some picture of a man

No-one really knows who it is, but they see him time and time again

And everybody needs a thing back home

But when it’s with the night

It’s any poet

So don’t be so goddamn uptight

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

Oh, I can feel it in my bones

It’s just summer again

Throwing away all the days and the nights with your friends

It’s just summer again

You think that it and you do it all again

I said, It’s just summer again

Giving away to the night

It’s just summer again