Summer Skills - Arms

Let the days lose their aim and lift

Let the signal and the seasons drift

There’s a feeling, you forgot you missed

But kept as a gift

We’ve been clinging to our common sense

Refrigerators full of condiments

The ‘have you ever’s, the ‘never agains'

The forming of plans

There’ll be time, too

Believing in lies until they’re true

There’ll be time, too

To cover your eyes

You’re a bull in a china shop

I’m a chicken with its head cut off

Spinning bottles and spoiling the pot,

Changing the plot

Tell a story full of fights and flights

Bout the weather and the things that go bump in the night

You said it keeps you feeling safe inside

I hope that you’re right

There’ll be time, too

To keep it alive, till day is through

There’ll be time, too

For summers inside

There’ll be time, too

For missing our trains and catching colds

This will pass, too

And you’re better alone

This will always be so