The Sundays
"Summertime" (yes, again)
Lyrics: Harriet Wheeler

Do some people wind up with the one that they adore?
In a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for
The bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?
Hello partner kiss your name bye-bye
Ooh sometimes...

Romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise
Chinese-speaking girlfriend, big brown eyes
Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male
Hello partner tell me love can't fail

And it's you and me in the summertime
We'll be hand in hand down in the park
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
And all the sunshine banishes the dark

Do some people wind up with the one that they abhor?
In a distant hell-hole room the third world war
But all I see is films where a colourless despair
Meant angry young men with immaculate hair
Oh sometimes...

Get up! a voice inside says there's no time for looking down
Only a pound a word and you're talking to the town
But how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart?
Just to touch a lonely heart

And it's you and me in the summertime
We'll be hand in hand down in the park
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
And when the sunshine vanishes you die

And it's you I need in the summertime
As I turn my white skin red
Two peas from the same pod yes we are
Or have I read too much fiction?
Is this how it happens?