Summerfling Testo

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
of never ending

summerfling



this uncommon

kind of breeze

did with our hearts

whatever it pleased



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