Summer

The Benz fans

Are turned up high

Land pans

Before your eyes

Flashback

To father's suntanned thighs

Hopped on

In driver's seat

Up front

With dangling feet

Chest belt

His muscled arm around

And the sun goes down

The lake wakes

A hard blue sky

Waves break

And Sam says 'hi'

Flashback

To Super Snorkel Spy

Young blonde

With fishing net

Strong, fond

His back half wet

Splash track

And underwater sound

And the sun goes down

Please, stop the thinking and the torture

You can really only take so much

Things do look better in the morning

Without any grudge

The twins bathe

At 10 a.m.

Grins taped

On Sony cam

Flashback

To mother's glaring lamp

Dives, swift

Into the roar

Wives drift,

Shift, safe on shore

Jam-packed

That night that Natty drowns

And the sun goes down

Please, stop the thinking and the torture

You can really only take so much

Things do look better in the morning

Without any grudge

Would you stop this futile thinking

Would you stop these figments now

Would you stop this futile thinking

Would you stop these figments now

Would you stop these figments now

Please, stop the thinking and the torture

You can really only take so much

Things do look better in the morning

Without any grudge

Would you stop this futile thinking

Would you stop these figments now

• Artist:a balladeer
• Album:Panama [2006]