Gianfranco Marinaro · Jun 17, 2012
Summer Sun

I only feel the summer sun when you sing

No beach blankets or sandals on our feet
No laying in tall grass laughing as clouds pass
Fireworks that light the night sky are just puffs of smoke
Dragging my feet like a child whose new toy train broke

The ocean is cold and the waves are flat
The seagulls don't even swarm lazy like a persian cat
And the rope tied to a tree from which I used to swing
Refuses to let me feel like I have wings

The flowers wither yelling they'll only bloom
If I give them to you

They tell me your love needs a summer home
What better place than in my arms
Under that burning summer sun

Such power you have over the brightest star
You barely even knew
In the season where gloom should be few
I yearn for you

So sing

 
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