Garrett Scott Dowell - Permanent Summer Lyrics

Pour me a potion that turns me gold
I'm not angry, Lucinda, but baby got old
There's the dawn on your doorstep
The day in your eyes
You miraculous creature
The desert's design
Semper fi now, good soldier
Carry on now
The river's dry
And should I see you in line at the movies
On some sensible day of the week
When the sky sings science fiction
And your hair's doing that flippy thing
Would you want me to walk on over
Would you want me to say hello
Would a quiet glance over the shoulder
Not entirely spoil the show
Permanent Summer pass me your laziest cloud
Here we are
Unroll the blanket, sit down
I'm dreaming-I'm dreaming
Oh
Down by the beach
Bare feet, blue jeans
Set the sun
Low on the line
Color the waves
Horned owl eyes
Blow out your lungs
Empty and dry
Ancient and old
Turn me