A Warm Can Sweating In My Hand The Sky Was Wider Back Then We Bought Cheap Drinks From The Corner Shop And Watched The Bicycles Race The Clock Your Shoelaces Dragged Along The Street You Said The World Was Ours To Keep The Radio Was Losing Half Its Sound We Sang The Wrong Words All The Way Downtown You Drew A Star Upon My Wrist And Said That Nothing Good Could End Like This The Evening Turned The Windows Gold We Had No Plans And Nowhere Else To Go I Never Knew A Day Could Last Long After Everything Had Passed The Summer Left, But Not The Heat It's Somewhere Underneath The Streets A Little Spark Behind My Eyes A Photograph That Never Dries July Never Ended In My Head The Things We Almost Did, The Words We Never Said The World Moved On, The Seasons Changed But Some Part Of Me Still Wears That Day The Rooftop Door Was Painted Blue The Sky Was Pale, The Wind Came Through We Made Up Stories About The Clouds And Laughed Too Hard To Notice Time Your Old Cassette Was Full Of Noise A Broken Song, A Borrowed Voice You Fell Asleep Beside The Train I Watched The Fields Go By Like Frames We Thought The Future Had A Face We Thought That Time Would Wait In Place I Never Knew The Smallest Things Could Grow Into The Heaviest Dreams The Summer Left, But Not The Heat It's Somewhere Underneath The Streets A Little Spark Behind My Eyes A Photograph That Never Dries July Never Ended In My Head The Things We Almost Did, The Words We Never Said The World Moved On, The Seasons Changed But Some Part Of Me Still Wears That Day Maybe We Were Never Meant To Stay Maybe That's What Made It Beautiful A Passing Train, A Careless Wave A Thousand Things We Thought Were Usual The Summer Left, But Not The Heat I Hear It In The Sound Of Passing Feet No Photograph Can Hold The Sky Or Keep A Single Moment Alive July Is Over, I Know That Now The Years Have Taught Me How To Let Things Out But When The Evening Turns To Gold I Feel That Summer In My Bones A Warm Can Sweating In My Hand The Sky Is Smaller Now, But I Understand
