Portastatic - A Cunning Latch (Acoustic) lyrics

I won't be around to cut your holiday trimmings down I won't be there to hold your hand From where I stand you don't appear to need it And the summer end, like a ruined heir we tried to read it Don't think we can A spider you can't catch, a cunning rusty latch A weatherman acting coy, a web you can't destroy But I'm your boy Although you may not need it And the summer flew, I know how hard you tried to beat it But we both knew The light comes in much too early every day It wakes me up but it won't chase those dreams away The light comes in much too early every day It wakes me up but it won't chase those dreams away