I want to be eating honey from your hand
In the Summerland
Can we run through the grass and all the reeds
And meet oh pretty please
And we will dance to the songs that plague our heads
In the Summerland
And we will speak without saying anything
Much of anything
You know what I don't
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don't
About the Summerland
About the Summerland
That old wind rushing like it's always been
In the Summerland
Once you have come through the doors that look like trees
There's no returning
You know what I don't
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don't
About the Summerland
About the Summerland
Mmmm Mmmm
Oh, da da da da
Mmmm Mmmm
Oh, da da da da
How strange it is to not recollect all that
Life had ever been
You cannot know how you came or how to go
From the Summerland
And you know what I don't
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don't
About the Summerland
About the Summerland
Mmmm Mmmm
Oh, da da da da
Mmmm Mmmm
Oh, da da da da