Letra de Missing Day

It was just as well A June day's such a long The young grass maddening smell Kite flies high alone Above a low green swell And time is thick as pitch One could hear from the pond A faint creak of oars It's calling us to reach The better other shores It's calling us to run Two bottles on the bench My beer wormed by the sun There's not a single cloud A kite flies and I would A pebble in my boot Too lazy to shake out While kite was flying high What did we talk about? The summer had gone by And so had I