We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, swaying slightly, drunk on the sun, I
suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into
their cool green shade. And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider into the water to
chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance. / This is where you want to
be / there's nothing else but you and her / and how you spend your time / Walking to parties whilst
it's still light outside. Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish.
Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there? And we can pretend that we're
somewhere foreign but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry, or too hot. / This is
where you want to be / there's nothing else but you and her / and how you use your time / We went
driving / Oooh / Oooh oooh oooh... / This is where you want to be / there's nothing else but you
and her / and how you use your time / Your time / Your time / bala / ba la bala... / The room smells
faintly of sun tan lotion in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes you're still wearing
a small pale skin bikini. The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway and time
slows down to the speed of the specks of dust floating in the light from the window. / Summer
leaves fall from Summer trees / Summer grazes fade on Summer knees / Summer nights are slowly
getting long / Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone / So we went out to the park at midnight
one last time. Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms. Past the bandstand down
to the boating lake. And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours until we couldn't
swim anymore. And as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air and we
both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes. And as we walked home we could hear the
leaves curling and turning brown on the trees and the birds deciding where to go for Winter. And
the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town. Oh but
I want you to stay. Oh please stay for a while, oh I want you to stay, oh I want you to stay.
