August night swelters roll back the covers and I remember a long lost summer when you and I were a whole lot better friends In skyclad fields we came together hard to hold in moonlit heather get off me boy, you're breaking my back again And a mouth full of broken words was all I had and all she heard as the sun set down to disappear into the haziest sunset of the year So we drove for days and talked about nothing
as the fields rolled by an American discussion do you remember when Do you recall the place that you're from who do you like and who do you love who do you hate and who's your favorite band Isn't it weird how things can change in a year and some you look so strange and you don't look at me half as dear as you did sometime late last year...goodbye