Summer کے بول

Gliding birds wings Watch them fly Diving down and Climbing high Shooting stars fly Through my sky Ripe black cherries Taste like wine Then I feel like lying down so still Making shapes from clouds in the sky with you Water drops from hoeny dew Decreasing circles From stones I threw Greasy skin shines in the sun Today's the day And you're the one And when the sun has gone away And I feel I wanna stay I taste a raindrop in my mouth I pick you up and the sky comes down Then I feel like lying down so still Making shapes from clouds in the sky with you