So summer's here again
and like children,
we run around these streets at night
to find
both solace and confusion.
Too late to try
our concience clear.
Hold on to tight.
Our hair crimson in,
the street light,
sunlight glow.
Never forget
what we shared
cos promises were never enough
for us.
So here's to romance
and hot summer nights.
Walking through tall grass,
there's safety in here
tonight we lay down and watch the stars collide.
So lets get out of here.
We've done all we can.
This place is not dead.
So when will this night end?
We'll do it all again,
Next Friday night.
This Picture-postcard modernity.