It's summertime and the weather's fine,
well at least it's supposed to be.
I've got the deepest burn upon my skin,
one that feels like I'm being pinched for every sin.

Though it's early June, we know the sun'll end too soon
and I've got a deep red burn upon my shoulders.
Under the sun there's a reminder of
When I was pushing boulders to get over you.

I was over you before the day was through,
now the color of blood has turned to golden wheat.
Under the sun, my shoulders and skin
have never felt so sweet.

I took the time to burn and heal,
I took the time to peal away any of you.