Shyness hanging like a wedding day
Bad clothes keep you in the village hall
Sunday, nothing for the rest of us
Sunday, listen to your spirits soar

Thank you, thank you for the holiday
We talk sometimes in the quiet wood
Three years digging all the scenery
Black walls, cloudy as a sea of ghosts

Let the summer go
Let tomorrow take care of itself
If you believe like you tell me so
Hand in hand, your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul

Stage school, falling like the summer end
Trees strip, wrap yourself in colour brown
Sun dips underneath the Capricorn
Bell rings summon you to feeling warm

Mornings, must have thought about you
All night, reach out with a single call
Not my place to be your confidante
I just thought I’d catch you as you fall

Let the summer go
Let tomorrow take care of itself
If you believe like you tell me so
Hand in hand, your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul
Goodness glowing like a firefly
Cheek bones, blue eyes of a millionaire