SCRATCH MY LEG WITH A RUSTY NAIL, SADLY IT HEALS
COLOUR MY HAIR BUT THE DYE GROWS OUT
I CAN'T SEEM TO STAY A FIXED IDEAL

CHILDHOOD PICTURES REDEEM, CLEAN AND SO SERENE
SEE MYSELF WITHOUT RUINING LINES
WHOLE DAYS THROWING STICKS INTO STREAMS

I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME

THE HOLE IN MY LIFE EVEN STAINS THE SOIL
MY HEART SHRINKS TO BARELY A PULSE

A TINY ANIMAL CURLED INTO A QUARTER CIRCLE
IF YOU REALLY CARE WASH THE FEET OF A BEGGAR

I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME

I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME