Summer Turns To High کے بول

Mercury is rising still Turn the fan on high I won't step on my own shadow no one wants to cry. Someone put a pox on me I'll spit in their eye. Summer turns to high. With my bedsheet cape and sandals circle citronella candles. Summer's here, the light is raising hopes and dragonflies. If those hopes are overshadowed cotton candy, caramel apple. Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high, Summer high After wine and nectarines the fireflies and time move like syrup through the evening with a sweet resign. I won't pine for what could have been - I'm preoccupied! Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high, Summer high.