Summer Paroles

Climbing high

Shooting stars fly

Through my sky

Ripe black cherries

Taste like wine



Then I feel like lying down so still

Making shapes from clouds in the sky with you



Water drops from hoeny dew
Greasy skin shines in the sun

Today's the day

And you're the one



And when the sun has gone away

And I feel I wanna stay

I taste a raindrop in my mouth

I pick you up and the sky comes down



Then I feel like lying down so still

Making shapes from clouds in the sky with you