Sitting on the top of everything
Sweetly irritate what you can't leave alone
Hottest summer in a hundred years
Molten bulkhead burns your hands while you would sleep
All around her words were fading in like a cryptic dying
And we knew that what we had was nothing that we wanted
And the waves, they broke around her
And we k**ed the endless summer
Pray the season never ends
It slams headlong into the other one
Into the other one