Summertime

Gal Musette

Compositor: Gal Musette

Why does it always seem to happen in the Summertime?
Hopin’ these memories, in time, dilute and fade
Into a dusty dream where the edges aren’t so tangible
And the streets are of papier-mâché

When will I realize that Summer’s just a perfect storm
Glamoured in fervent days that swell through the night
I want my peaceful world back to the way it was before you blew my mind
Why is it always Summertime?

Maybe the heat just makes ya blind, I can’t say
Why does it always seem to come when least expected to?
In the blink of an eye a heart-shaped box can steal your soul
Make you forget the destination your directed to
Like your frozen whole

Why is it always Summertime?
Something the season left behind I can’t shake I can’t shake
Why is it always Summertime?
Why is it always Summertime?
Why is it always Summertime?

I can’t say
I can’t say
I can’t say