The Lucksmiths - Summer Town Lyrics
I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my penMiranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter againGive me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a pictureOf holiday houses where the sun won’t shineAnd the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ signAnd it’s winter forever, whatever the weatherAnd these are my autumn yearsThis is the town where the girl got run downPale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the groundHer body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the roadThe sun goes down on the town where the sun never roseI’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for SeptemberI’m waiting for the tide to come back inGive me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you aroundWhere I end is where I beginThere’s nothing in betweenKicking a stone along Miranda StreetStepping on cracks in the concreteWith a head full of loose changeAnd a pocket full of ideasI could walk forever and never get out of hereThis is the town where the girl got run downAnd this is the town where the postman was drownedAnd this is the town where that foundling was foundAnd the name round his neck was mineHow could it ever be so cold in summertime?I’m too young to be so old in Summertown
