August (Die She Must) by Simon Joyner
August (Die She Must) by Simon Joyner

August (Die She Must)

Simon Joyner * Track #5 On The Cowardly Traveller Pays His Toll

August (Die She Must) Lyrics

Summer is finally sinking in
The fat men are washing their camaros
And the kids are in love again
Walking with their hands in each other's pockets

And the winter salt is in the soil
And the swimming pool is gorged
Kids frying in coconut oil
Lined up behind the diving board

And the sun is beginning to burn
So I’m thinking of you more
In your famous blue t-shirt
Through the sprinkler and out the door

Summer is sinking in, summer is sinking in

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