Letra This Song Is Brought To You By The Lette de Little Joe Gould original

Summers always swelling
Shouldnt have mistaken this sky
Understood for -- for loving tonight
And the soaring hair smells like the silhoutte sky
And so do i - so do i
Spending years between almost autumns
Sleeping on the lawn
Spending between almost autumns
Getting rained on
Oh where
Inside and know that it's dry
Doors lead us to friends in the hall
Oh where our heads are at
Smothering minnows to the sea