I was awakened from the best dream
I know I can never return
to that fleeting blissful fantasy
of larking song and verse
Oh the summer's in our lungs
Our skin, painted by the setting sun
I hear the sound of little voices
ringing like alarms
as if warning of a future
weighted by our heavy hearts.
I'm crumbling under the weight
of ever growing age
my legs get tired and my youth it fades,
remember when we sang.
Oh the summer's in our lungs
Our skin, painted by the setting sun
Oh the summer's in our lungs right now, you know that
Our skin's painted, by the setting sun oh yeah
When these days are gone
I'll forget the song
That I sang with you
And you know it's true
We're growing old, technicolor souls
Fade to grey
Oh the summer's in our lungs
Our skin, painted by the setting sun
Oh the summer's in our lungs
Our skin, painted by the setting sun

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