Well, it feels like summer Well, it feels like home Though the days burn hotter Your heart grows cold
As summer kills the sun We're half way gone And now Our summer kills the sun, gone
Well, it feels like trouble When their words ring dull As my face sweats fever Idle tongues suck gold
As summer kills the sun We're half way gone And now Our summer kills the sun, gone
As summer kills the sun Our hearts lay dead and burned Our summer kills the sun, gone
Sun Sun, sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun, sun
As summer kills the sun We're half way gone Our summer kills the sun, gone
As summer kills the sun Our hearts lay dead and burned Our summer kills the sun, gone
As summer kills the sun We're halfway gone Our summer kills the sun We're gone, gone
As summer kills the sun Our hearts lay dead and burned Our summer kills the sun, gone
Sun Our hearts lay dead and burned Sun As summer kills the sun Sun Baby I'm gone
Sun Our hearts lay dead and burned Sun Our hearts will never learn As summer kills the sun, gone
Compositores: Deborah Ann Dyer (Skin) (PRS), Mark Richardson (PRS), Martin Ivor Kent (Ace) (PRS), Richard Keith Lewis (Cass) (PRS)Editor: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #15418020 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM