The Dirty Sweet Smell of the Summer

Pray and you will surely gain some
It’s too late for sorrow. It’s too late for sorrow
If you want to borrow then I’ll be your only friend
It’s too late for sorrow. It’s too late for sorrow
In our hearts we are outside and beaming in colors
In the night we are jumping for satellites
What I beg of you I can beg of no other
To the rescue come cancel the morning’s light
This day, a day it is, this day, a day it is, but only to recover
I’ll pay somewhere further down the line
Be the victim of an unsubtle persuasion
Like the bеtter times are a dozеn-a-dime
No fall this summer – exposed as a sham
Shiver at twilight, I just keep on driving
There’s a time for sorrow, it’s miles away from here
Time to wallow is miles away from here
Be the dirty sweet smell of the summer
Like the sacred ground in which we will lie
Are you frozen in a moment where everyone’s moving?
And every sentiment is sung with a sigh?
Shouting like I know just what to do
Put you right back where you belong
Senseless wonder a passion spent
Ever wonder where it all went?