Soak the sun, cinnamon
What went wrong, summer song
Splinter snag, wind vein ragged
Faded trends, summer ends
What's that, I thought I heard you say?
Lunar scape and cold winds on their way
Whistling banshee through the screen
Salt air and isolation sting
Melon seed-spitting wars
Toys lost in the sand
Innocence is scorched
Summer leaves its brand
Bat away a hurricane's eyelash
Ushering by the season past
Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve
Intimating that I leave
Hurricane, remember me
Hurricane, watch over me
From this point we roll along
Without a trace of summer song

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN