Summer's over Calming down All of my long sleave shirts are too big for me somehow Out on the staircase their eyes are closed counting the seconds down until they fall asleep under the stars Like radios on quiet in cars drifting down the last hill of the night There's a place I'd like to see, outside the summer and the law The perfect number's out there balancing between the spring and the fall
Summer's over The last few seconds weren't so bad, 22 degrees and the stereo upstairs is nice and loud Cymbols crash I'm going out now but I'll be right back There's a place I'd like to see, outside the summer and the law The perfect number's out there balancing between the spring and the fall There's a place I'd like to see