The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

'cos it's over and what can I do It's over, it's over, all over, It's all over now And the way you looked Don't even mean I'm down. When you kick out the sea And the sun says goodbye There is nothing much to speak of. Summer came and passed away,

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

I could see the midnight sun. Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, I can't explain the

I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways Way that you lookin' all the time I know you like to drink 'til the sun up Grind 'til you come up Work all winter, shine all summer Ride for your brother You die for your mother Keep that shit a hunna I know you wanna

What's this young man to do? And when the summer ends, yeah I can't make no sense of this I'll be there hiding And when the sun rises, yeah I'll stay warm forever We spit from the Moon And found their heads down below I can't make no sense of this at all

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

Show me the way to your hiding place Yeah yeah yeah I think I wanna go go there I think I wanna go go go go there Summertime sadness I feel India in my bones I can smell sunlight I can feel the highline