yellow days

summer on

bring on the buzzing past

summer on

bring on august trash

the sweat of johnny cash

the hot-knife to the hash

the girls in the grass

summer

bring it on

oh

at last

days that glow and ignite

and explode into nights

nights that scream for morphine

and swim into the days

days of whisky and cake

nights of make-believe

days you don't believe

nights of faith in flames

and not consumed by flames

ah still

summer's always going

turning everything canada-grey

and i will miss all the not-knowing

of those summer days

but i swear i will take morphine and swim

if you take one more look at him

ah

those yellow days

bring on the liquid smoke

summer on

night's a blindfold

stay close

then this bird has flown

the bullet hits the bone

and it's all filmed on a phone

summer's getting on

oh

stay close

days glowing

igniting

exploding into nights

nights

i'm cold"