500 copies pressed on black vinyl
It’s worse than trying to steer on a bike that’s got no gears,
With the handlebars all bent
I know where I want to go
but it’s out of my control
In which direction I’ll be sent
Trying to make myself more room to contemplate my fall
Then act as though it’s meant
Id carry on but I think all in all
This analogy is spent
On & on & on I go
Writing songs that no-one knows
I’ll fight my corner with devotion
It’s my duty to be stay outspoken
Using prose with made up words
Eloquent but down to earth
It started way back on a Saturday
A love affair on an Autumn afternoon
Filled my days with such excitement that very soon
Mom + Dad would only make it worse
Buy me books & shirts
Though the seasons come & went it seems my days were heaven sent
My mind thought blue & white instead sex & girls
And I want her I will wait til Summer
Torn in two pieces by the apple of my eye
And not anyone knows the reason why
Now I need her so badly
How do I choose how to pledge my loyalty
Up in the clouds or on the terraces
All I do is sit and agonise
Feel the tension rise
Phone the clubcall everyday
To help my problems ease away
Now I need her here with me
My little Summer girl