The sun on top of me
White sand between my toes
A dip into the sea
And after that, who knows
An ice cream, maybe two
A thoughtless space upstairs
I'll let the breeze right through
And after that, who cares
No end to this summer
(Summer)
No reason to suffer
(Summer)
Why stick to the prose?
Who knows
I'll soak up all the sun
All stress will disappear
A life of endless fun
And not a single tear
The sky will wrap me tight
The waves will pull me close
The future will be bright
And after that, who knows
No end to this summer
(Summer)
No reason to suffer
(Summer)
Why stick to the prose?
Who knows
Find the amusing
Keep hearing music
The cons or the pros?
Who knows
The sun on top of me
White sand between my toes
A dip into the sea
And after that, who knows
No end to this summer
(Summer)
No reason to suffer
(Summer)
Why stick to the prose?
Who knows
No end to this summer
(Summer)
No reason to suffer
(Summer)
Why stick to the prose?
Who knows
Who knows
(Summer, summer)
Who knows
(Summer, summer)
Who knows
(Summer, summer)
Who knows