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'll spit in their eyes
Summer turns to high
With my bedsheet cape and sandals
Circle citronella candles
Summer's here the light is raising hopes and dragonflies
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer high
After wine and nectarines the fireflies in time
Move like syrup through the evening with a sweet resign
I won't pine for what could have been
I'm preoccupied
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer high