Lower East folly
Hard to describe
Collective conscience
A drunken invite
Every bottle's
Covered in lust
Premise for nonsense
And conquering hours
How young this summer
Everybody's
Covered in sun
A place of refuge
For wandering eyes
Bags of money
Wonder and awe
Blanket New York
With the guise of a mall
How young this summer
Everybody
Water and wine
Arrest the senses
Left shackled and bound
How young this summer's
Wandering mind
Watching and smiling
Through the eyes of a child
How young this summer