Mercury is rising still

Turn the fan on high

I won't step on my own shadow

No-one wants to cry

Someone put a pox on me

I spit in their eyes

Summer turns to high

Lift my bed sheet keep in sandles

Circle search and there are candles

Summer's here but night is raising hopes and dragonflies

If those hopes are overshadowed by cotton-candy, caramel-wafer

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer high

After wine and nectarines the fireflies in turn

Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet reign

I won't fight for can't happen

I'm preoccupied

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer high