Mark Dzula - Summer Song Lyrics

Hold your coat
On the cold face of a clock
Summer floats
As she talks

There's no map
To the beach beneath the street
Summer's back
Incomplete

The touch of her hand
The choler of love
I can't understand
And I can't get enough

Detour days
Sun diverted to the night
Summer plays
At a life

Streetlights yawn
Throwing shadows in her smile
Summer's song
For a little while

The touch of her hand
The collar of love
I can't understand
And I can't get enough

All the thoughts she treasures
Her semi-precious stones
Arrayed with elegant measure
Displayed when she's all alone

Hide your smile
On the dark side of the sun
Summer sparks
Your smart remarks
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone