Calling out for the summer
Demons flooded with light
Breaking up to the sound of birds
Singing now songs I can't describe
As the music begins
And the sky looks bright
And our spirits run free
Tonight
It's funny how things can turn out right
Sometimes when you let it go
Music you like on the radio
Plays out like you used to know
God knows, it feels like a while
Seasons are going fast 'cause I'm getting old
So long summertime
We swam across to an island
But there's an easy way back
We felt the sun on our shoulders
Warmed in our bones, now we're aching from the cold
As the music begins
And the sky looks bright
And our spirits run free
Tonight
Demons flooded with light
Breaking up to the sound of birds
Singing now songs I can't describe
As the music begins
And the sky looks bright
And our spirits run free
Tonight
It's funny how things can turn out right
Sometimes when you let it go
Music you like on the radio
Plays out like you used to know
God knows, it feels like a while
Seasons are going fast 'cause I'm getting old
So long summertime
We swam across to an island
But there's an easy way back
We felt the sun on our shoulders
Warmed in our bones, now we're aching from the cold
As the music begins
And the sky looks bright
And our spirits run free
Tonight
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