Summer

By: Stephanie Gunnz

Loving 
Boy and girl and hot summer Berlin air 
Laughing 
New love makes you wanna stay there 
Here where there are no cares 

When you’re in love you don’t think what life’s becoming 
But if you could read between the lines you could see the end coming 
You could hear it in words that slipped from the tip of my tongue 
But tell me who cares about tomorrow when you’re young? 

Though it didn’t mean a future for us 
We loved to kiss hiding in the underpass 
And this summer belonged only to us 
Music, sunshine and two of us 

Our love was so fine 
In the summer, summer of mine 
Though it never meant a future for us 
We loved park picnics in the grass

Happiness 
We were kissing in the hidden alleys 
Hot mess 
You gave me black wings, though not physically 
We felt like we’re flying over the valleys 

New love is always a lovely, wilder drive 
Living on love, we didn’t need more to survive 
You could hear it in the way birds sung 
Who cares about money when you’re young? 

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