Tim Bowness - Summer Turned Lyrics

The summer turned ugly,
The summer turned mean.
We bummed around on beaches,
Tried to keep ourselves clean.

We didn't want to think about it,
Didn't want to think.
Politics were changing:
Balance on the brink.

And your eyes killed me,
And your eyes thrilled me.
And your eyes willed me
To surprise.

The summer turned angry,
The summer caught fire.
Our sweet taste of freedom,
Getting close to the wire.

We didn't even talk about it,
Didn't take it in.
We ran away from trouble,
Let the sun bake on our skin.

The growing rifts,
The power shifts.

As the world cooled me,
And its lies schooled me,
And your eyes fooled me,
I got wise.

Summer turned."