Summer's End from Summer by Grenadiers

“We all knew the summer was done”, said the man on the pier in hushed tones to his son
Halfway through his reverie, we pushed him aside as we jumped off the edge
We swam ‘til the night fell on us, then we fell on the night with an irreverent lust
We made it forever; we made it our own personal property

And we decided sleep just wasn’t for us
Cos when you go to sleep, sometime you gotta wake up
And your dream is over, and you realise you are your one only friend
So we are never gonna let summer end

“We all knew the summer was gone” sounds like the opening line to some depressing poem
And who listens to poets? They die in steaming pots of shit anyway

We cared for everything and nothing at once
The people, the music, our appearance
The niche that we fell in was immortality, unique to our friends
Can summer ever, ever possibly end?

We all knew the summer was dead when you started wearing a wet blanket draped on your head
You called it protection; you called it being smart when you’re in the sun
And as the sun beat down on your brow
Evaporation vapour turned into clouds
Your blanket was dry then, and everything was fine (at least we chose to pretend)
Clouds- a threatening sign of summer’s imminent end

We all knew the summer was done when the clouds went grey to black and people started to run
The party was over and everybody shut themselves up inside
And though all the pools have been drained, there’s an inch of tepid water in them now from the rain
I splash up to my ankles

Splish splash in the rain
But I’m alone now, and somehow it just aint the same
The music’s too loud and my back is in pain
Turn it off

And the man on the pier, he’s smiling ear to ear
He beckons: “son, over here” and whispers quiet but clear:
“Summer is over my dear”

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