Early morning mid-July anticipation's making me high
The smell of Sunday in our hair...
You ran on the beach with Kennedy flair
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend
My new fun thing
My summerfling
Laugh... oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend of never ending summerfling
This uncommon kind of breeze
Did with our hearts whatever it pleased
Forsake the logic of perfect plans
A perfect moment slipped through our hands
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend
My new fun thing
My summerfling
Laugh... oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend of never ending summerfling
Strange... the wind can change so quickly
Without a word of warning
Rearrange our lives
Until they're torn in two
