I remember when the days were long,
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

And as the summer´s ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending..
And this is all that´s left:
Scraping paper to document.
I´ve packed a change of clothes and it´s time to move on.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home,
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

And as the summer´s ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that´s left:
Scraping paper to document.
I´ve packed a change of clothes and it´s time to move on.

And as the summer´s ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
As the alcohol drained the days.

And as the summer´s ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that´s left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, ´cause it´s time to move on.