From:
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
The 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
Laugh...
Oh how we would laugh
At anything
And so pretend
Of never ending
Summerfling
Strange...
The wind can change so quickly
Without a word of warning
Rearrange our lives
Until they're torn in two
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
Translate to:
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
The 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
Laugh...
Oh how we would laugh
At anything
And so pretend
Of never ending
Summerfling
Strange...
The wind can change so quickly
Without a word of warning
Rearrange our lives
Until they're torn in two
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