Summerfling

early morning mid-july

anticipation's making me high

the smell of sunday in our hair...

you ran on the beach with kennedy flair

sweet, sweet burn

of sun and summer wind

and you my friend

my new fun thing

my summerfling

laugh...oh how we would laugh

at anything

and so pretend

forsake the logic

of perfect plans...

a perfect moment

slipped through our hands

sweet, sweet burn

of sun and summer wind

and you my friend

my new fun thing

my summerfling

strange...

the wind can change so quickly

without a word of warning

rearrange our lives

until they're torn in two