Smoke Machines (Summer Moon)

Well this year is wearing thin —
Can’t believe the state I’m in
I go crashing round the house
I lie sparkled on the couch
In the television light
I am not myself tonight;
I have heard the poets sing
(and they don’t know anything)
But the summer moon is up
And I’m starving for your love
So I go out in the night
And I walk forever
(But I come home.)

I tell you all my favourite songs
I tell you where it all went wrong;
How quickly days now turn to nights
How I’m haunting my own life
All the hopes that summer built:
Smoke machines and Catholic guilt
So I sing you Sparky’s Dream
And I try to remember

I’m coming home
I’m all worked up
I’ll keep your secrets
I won’t mess this up

I will be there when the summer’s over
I will be there when the sky turns red
I will be there when the summer’s over
I will bring a love as stern as death