Summer Days Lyrics

Gone, Incan summer days,
Wild-wood breeze,
Flowers in decay,
We're old tigers,
Sleeping in the sun,
Dreaming of the hunt
We were hunters once,
Wild and free,
before the city life waged slavery,
Familiar to our gods,
northern in our ways

Grey stalk-home housing blocks,
Wet cement, the grimy city clock,
bright plastic seats,
On the empty tram,
Shuffle off to work
[Instrumental]

Blank, staring at the screen,
Key-click sound,
The endless drudgery,
Push back the chair,
Out into the hall,
Exit to the stairs

Laugh, smoke a cigarette
She whispers close,
Watch from the roof,
Dirty seagulls fly,
100 feet below

[Instrumental]

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