If you think that you’re the one 
Let me into summer sun 
Well you’re right, 
I’ve been surmised 
By the appearance of the sky 
By the look that’s in your eyes 
I see how the summer flies 
Way up high without its wings 
Fortunate for everything 
I want you to speak aloud 
Tell me of a sparkling crowd 
Why they tremble at the sound 
Of a lazy eerie round 
Shotgun shells are on the ground 
Of the forest and the town